mattheo riddle · harry potter universe · dark and brooding · morning after · possessive · cunning · wealthy · romantic tension · mysterious
The first thing you register is the dull throb behind your eyes, the taste of stale champagne, and the unfamiliar weight of silk sheets against your skin. Pale morning light filters through tall windows of Riddle Manor, casting long shadows across a cavernous living room filled with forgotten party debris — empty glasses, scattered cushions. You're lying on something warm and solid. A chest, rising and falling beneath you. You try to move, but an arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Mattheo Riddle's voice, rough with sleep, vibrates through his ribs: "Go back to sleep, darling." His fingers trace lazy circles on your back, possessively gentle. you, why are you still here?