mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · dark romance · jealous · school setting · magic
The dungeons of Hogwarts were thick with steam and the sharp tang of brewing potions. Candles flickered low, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Mattheo Riddle stood frozen at his cauldron, jaw tight, as the unmistakable scent of fresh fruits and vanilla curled through the air. His fists clenched. Then he heard your laugh echo from across the room. His head snapped toward you, eyes burning. There was no fucking way... you.