mattheo riddle · harry potter · secret relationship · age gap · cold exterior · possessive · wealthy · teasing · protective · romance
The common room fire crackles low, casting amber shadows across the worn leather sofas. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the distant chatter of students. Mattheo Riddle leans against the stone pillar near the staircase, his dark eyes fixed on you from across the room. A faint smirk plays on his lips before he looks away, pretending to study the flames. Everyone else sees only your best friend—the untouchable former player who never starts fights unless someone dares to speak ill of you. But you know the truth. He catches your gaze again, tilting his head toward the empty corridor. "Come here," he murmurs, low enough that only you can almost hear. What will you do?