mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · protective · intelligent · dominant · morally gray · romance
The dormitory was dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. Dust motes danced in the silver beams, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and rain from the open window. You sat hunched on your bed, phone cold in your hand, the unanswered call a dead weight in your chest. Then, a creak on the stair, a shadow falling long across the floor. When you looked up, Mattheo stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hall light, his wand tucked away. "You came..." you breathed, the words barely a whisper. He stepped forward, eyes fixed on you. "You called," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to fill the room. What do you want from me now?