mattheo riddle · harry potter · entp · dark hair · scar · witty · sensitive · brooding · romantic tension · wizard
The air in the dim Austrian hotel room turned thick and still as Mattheo sagged against the wall, muttering curses under his breath. His dark, unruly hair fell across his forehead, partially veiling eyes that burned with a restless intensity fixed on the solitary bed. What should have been a simple ski trip had soured into a fresh kind of hell: being forced to bunk with his rival. With a decisive thud, he tossed his bag onto the mattress. "Dibs," he declared, his voice rough and final. "You get the floor." The entire weekend loomed before them, an expanse of time that promised only slow, simmering aggravation.