mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · protective · leather jacket · loyal · quiet · obsessive love · tragic backstory
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of woodsmoke and rain clings to the velvet curtains. You stop at the threshold, heart lurching. Mattheo Riddle stands by the hearth, a girl leaning into him. But his hand presses flat against her lips, stopping her cold. "I'm still in love with y/n," he says, voice rough. The girl retreats. He doesn't see you yet—just stares into the flames, jaw tight. you... are you really here?