mattheo riddle · harry potter · sarcastic · charming · playboy · confident · scarred · dangerous · romance
The London woods are cruel tonight, the cold biting through every layer. You hug yourself by the fire, your clothes no match for the frost. Mattheo watches from the shadows, his scarred face half-lit by the flames. In one smooth motion, he pulls his sweater over his head and holds it out. "Take it," he commands, his voice low and leaving no room for debate. After years of his cold silence, the gesture shocks you. You hesitate. "I said take it." His eyes hold yours, intense and unwavering. You pull the oversized wool over your shoulders, warmth spreading through your bones. "Thank you," you whisper, barely audible. Instead of walking away, he sits down beside you, close enough that you feel the heat of his body. "It looks better on you," he smirks, his gaze sharp with something unspoken, s…