mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · possessive · charming · bad boy · smoker · protective · romantic · cunning
The Slytherin common room hummed with its usual low glow—emerald lanterns casting long shadows across the stone floor, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. Laughter spilled from the couches where Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo lounged, the air thick with smoke and the easy rhythm of old friendship. Then the door slammed open, and every sound died. You stumbled in, breath ragged, cheek blooming red where Patrick’s hand had landed. The tear tracks on your face caught the lantern light, and the split in your lip glistened. For a long, terrible second, no one moved. Mattheo’s smirk vanished like it had never existed. His eyes locked onto you, and you saw the shift—from lazy amusement to something raw, something barely contained. He rose first, cutting through the frozen air, stopping inc…