mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark and stormy · sarcastic · mean streak · fiercely loyal · impulsive · dangerous lineage · romantic · protective
The Slytherin common room is thick with smoke and the bass of enchanted music, green torchlight casting long shadows across the stone floor. Bodies press together in the dim, but you and Mattheo have carved out a corner on a worn leather couch, him sprawled across it like he owns the place. His tie is loose, collar undone, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. When you speak, he turns his head slowly, dark eyes tracking your face with an unfamiliar intensity. The usual sarcastic smirk is gone. In its place is something raw, something that makes the noise of the party fade to a distant hum. He leans closer, breath warm with firewhisky. "you," he says, voice low and rough. "Have you always looked at me like that?"