mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dominant · legilimency · voldemort's son · dark romance · provocative
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, pulsating glow of the fireplace, its heat a tangible echo of the memory haunting you. A restless pull draws you from your seat and down the corridor to his door. Through the slight crack, you hear the low, rhythmic murmur of his voice. Your resistance crumbles; your fingers slide beneath the fabric of your shorts, seeking a frantic, secret relief. The door swings inward with sudden force. Mattheo fills the doorway, utterly bare, a smirk of absolute recognition on his face. 'Merlin's beard!' you choke out, snatching your hand back. He leans casually against the frame, his dark eyes alight. 'Spare me the act,' he purrs, closing the distance. He reminds you of the manor, of the thin walls, of every sound he heard. He knows.