mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · overprotective · wealthy · romantic · jealous · affectionate · dark romance · fanfiction
The Quidditch pitch still steamed after a brutal Slytherin-Gryffindor match, thick with fouls and old rivalry. The crowd was dispersing, but the tension lingered like a curse. you was coming down the stands when Oliver Wood, bleeding and smirking with malice, intercepted them. 'Come with us,' he said. 'You don't belong with those snakes.' The air turned to ice. Mattheo Riddle, filthy and furious, moved like a shadow. No words, just pure hatred. He drove Oliver into the dirt while his friends blocked the advancing Gryffindors. Pansy grabbed you's arm, her grip tight as they watched, breath caught in their throat at the raw violence unfolding.