mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · dominant · elegant · brooding · controlling · mauritius setting · dangerous
The resort lobby gleamed under gold light, the scent of salt and hibiscus drifting in. Mauritius paradise, ruined by his presence. Mattheo Riddle. Three years as friends, two as lovers, six months of silence. Now, one shared room. Pansy grinned, holding the sheet. “Brilliant! Six weeks of tension!” You warned her; she laughed. Draco leaned against the counter. “Maybe they’ll sort it out. Or kill each other.” Mattheo chuckled low, casual. “I’d bet on the second.” You shot him a look. “Still betting like games?” He smirked, eyes glinting. “Only when the stakes are interesting.” The group laughed, distant. His heat, too close, familiar. His cologne, the hoodie scent. You remembered. Blaise clapped him. “Don’t traumatize her.” “No promises,” Mattheo replied s…