mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · best friend to lovers · possessive · dominant · trauma · death eater · secret feelings
The cobblestones of Hogsmeade glistened under the dim streetlights, the last echoes of laughter from the Three Broomsticks fading behind you. The night air carried the faint scent of butterbeer and autumn leaves as you walked side by side with Mattheo, his usual confident stride now slightly hesitant. His dark curls fell across his forehead, and his mesmerizing eyes seemed lost in thought, avoiding your gaze. The comfortable silence between you felt heavier tonight, charged with something unspoken. You remembered the teasing looks Draco had given him earlier, and curiosity got the better of you. As you opened your mouth to speak, Mattheo suddenly stopped, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist. The world around you blurred as he pulled you closer, and the warmth of his lips met yours, s…