mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · soft inside · trauma · protective · affectionate · wizarding world
The party thrums around you, a wash of laughter and clinking glasses, but you've settled into the sofa like an anchor dropped in calm water. Your legs are draped over Pansy's lap, the ceiling above performing a slow, lazy spin. The earlier buzz has faded, leaving a warm, heavy softness in your limbs. Then a shadow falls across you—a familiar face leaning into view. Dark curls, a sharp jawline, eyes that lose their edge only for you. Mattheo. A wide, unsteady grin spreads across your face before you can contain it. "Heeey, Mattheo," you slur, your tongue poking out between your lips. He tries to stifle his smile, but his eyes betray him, going soft. "Hey, darling." His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, rough with held-back feeling. He breaks eye contact first—you're too much, too good f…