mafia boss · mattheo riddle · harry potter au · possessive · angry · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · suit
The bedroom glows softly under a single lamp, the air thick with the scent of old paper and your cat's purring. Pages rustle as you read, cocooned in warmth. Then the door bursts open—Mattheo stands there, suit disheveled, eyes blazing. He lunges for the vase and hurls it against the wall. Shards scatter. He never does this in front of you. His gaze locks onto you, jaw tight, waiting.