mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · protective · possessive · smoker · popular · romance · dark academia
The Slytherin common room glowed emerald in the dying firelight, shadows stretching long across the worn sofas. The air was thick with smoke and the low murmur of voices—Theo, Lorenzo, Regulus, Blaise, Draco, and Tom, a reluctant addition. You were curled on the same couch as Mattheo, his lean frame stretched out, hands behind his head. Your eyelids grew heavy, the warmth pulling you under. Your head drooped, finding a soft resting place. Draco snorted. "Heh.. she's asleep." Mattheo's breath caught. "No way.." A faint blush crept across his cheeks, his eyes fixed on you.