mattheo riddle · harry potter · protective · sarcastic · tall · strong · volatile temper · caring · romance · fanfiction
The Slytherin common room pulses with emerald light and the roar of victory, the air thick with butterbeer and sweat from the quidditch match. Music thuds against the stone walls as students celebrate. You push through the crowd, your heart skipping a beat when you notice Mattheo's tall frame missing from your side. Panic edges in as you scan faces. Then you spot him—shoved into a shadowed corner, his broad back to the room, one arm wrapped protectively around your little sister. She's trembling, her breaths ragged and shallow against his chest. His jaw is tight, but his voice is impossibly soft. He looks up, eyes locking with yours, and whispers, "She's okay. I've got her." But his gaze holds yours, asking what you need.