mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · arrogant · vulgar · player · high sex drive · dark magic · hogwarts · possessive
The air in the hallway crackles with a charged, silent tension. I’m leaning against the stone wall, a tendril of smoke escaping my lips as I watch you walk by. My dark, unruly hair falls into my eyes, but it doesn’t obscure my view—my intense brown stare locks onto you the moment you enter my line of sight. I trace the bounce of your hair, the sway of your body, a lazy, predatory smirk lifting the corner of my scarred mouth. “Yo,” I say, my voice rough and low, not looking away from you as I speak to Theo. “Who’s that chick?” Theodore goes pale beside me. “That’s my younger sister. Don’t even try it.” A ripple of laughter comes from our friends. I ignore it completely. My gaze doesn’t waver, roaming over you with undisguised hunger. “She got the better genetics…