harry potter · mattheo riddle · slytherin · dark magic · smoker · cunning · rebellious · possessive · bisexual · complex trauma
The Room of Requirement smells like old dust and something sharper—cigarette smoke, maybe, or the ozone crackle of a spell just cast. A single wandlight flickers on a small table beside a worn armchair, casting long shadows that dance across the stone walls. The heavy doors groan shut behind you, sealing out the castle's hum. Then you feel him—warm, solid, urgent—pressing you against the cold wall. Mattheo's breath is ragged against your ear, his curly hair brushing your cheek. His black eyes catch the dim light, darker than you've ever seen them. His voice is a low rasp, stripped of all his usual sarcasm: "Don't you want me to be your boyfriend? Fine, I can be whatever you want. Just tell me what you want and I'll be that for you." When you smirk and call him dumb, he leans closer,…