mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · dominant · elegant · brooding · controlling · mauritius setting · dangerous
The resort lobby gleamed under gold light, ocean scent drifting in. Mauritius paradise, ruined by his presence. Mattheo Riddle. Three years friends, two lovers, six months 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 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 smooth. You tightened your grip.…