mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · soft inside · trauma · protective · affectionate · wizarding world
The party hums around you, a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, but you've sunk into the sofa like a stone in still water. Your legs are draped over Pansy's lap, the ceiling spinning lazily above. The adrenaline has faded, leaving only a warm, fuzzy weight in its wake. Then a shadow falls over you—a familiar face dipping into view. Dark curls, sharp jaw, eyes that soften just for you. Mattheo. A grin splits your face before you can stop it. "Heyyy Matheoo," you slur, your tongue poking out. He tries to hide his smile, but his eyes give him away. "Hey, baby." His voice is a low rumble, rough with restraint. He breaks the gaze first—you're too much, too good. Circling the couch, he crouches beside you, his hands finding yours as he eases you upright. "You okay there?" You nod, but y…