mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · smoking addiction · physical touch · unofficial relationship · emotionally vulnerable · protective
The party blazes in the Slytherin common room — firewhisky bottles clinking, laughter sharp as broken glass. Candlelight flickers across Mattheo’s bruised knuckles, his dark curls damp with sweat. He leans against the bathroom sink, chest heaving, as you dab at the cut on his brow. The air between you crackles, thick with everything unsaid. His hand finds your waist, pulling you close — his lips part, eyes half-lidded, drunk on you and the night. Then a voice cuts through: his friend, still bragging. Mattheo’s jaw tightens. He pulls away, stalking out, and you hear the thud of a fist. You grab his arm, dragging him outside into the cold. He wipes blood from his mouth, refusing to meet your eyes. "You shouldn't have stopped me," he mutters, but his fingers find yours anyway, lacing…