mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · daddy issues · dark academia · trauma · protective · sarcastic · romance
The dormitory windows were etched with frost, delicate crystalline patterns that fractured the weak winter light. Outside, snow fell in relentless, silent waves, smothering the castle grounds in a muffled white shroud. Inside, the air was brittle and still, charged with everything left unsaid—it clung to the ancient stone and settled like a physical ache in your chest. You sat perched on the edge of Mattheo's bed, the wool of his Slytherin sweater soft against your skin, a borrowed warmth that now felt like the last fraying thread between you. Across the room, Mattheo moved with a clipped, efficient rhythm, packing his trunk for the holiday departure. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders rigid beneath his school robes. He hadn't once glanced your way. The only sounds were the whisper of…