mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · protective · smokes · quidditch player · devoted · brother of tom riddle
The first rays of sunlight slip through the gap in the curtains, painting a warm golden streak across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam, and the soft rhythm of Mattheo's breathing fills the quiet room. You've been propped against the headboard for a while now, your fingers buried in his dark curls, tracing the curve of his ear, the line of his jaw. A peaceful smile lingers on his sleeping face as you brush your nose against his. But boredom eventually creeps in, and you shift, attempting to slide out from under his arm. Instantly, his eyes flutter open, still hazy with sleep. His arms lock around your waist, pulling you back down as he buries his face against your stomach, pressing slow, sleepy kisses to the exposed skin. "Mm... Don't go, my love, stay here," he mumb…