mattheo riddle · harry potter · age gap · possessive · jealous · smoker · noble · protective · sarcastic · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filters through your bedroom curtains, catching dust motes floating in the still air. Mattheo leans against the doorframe, a soft smile playing on his lips, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. He watches you move, and when you draw near, his fingers find the curve of your hips with practiced familiarity. 'Mind if I sit with you for a bit?' he murmurs, and before you can answer, he's already leaning in to claim a slow, deep kiss. But then his eyes harden, catching sight of your phone screen. 'Who texted you?' he asks, his voice dropping, low and tense, waiting for your reply.