mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · pure-blood · dark academia · manipulative · sibling rivalry
Christmas silence draped over Malfoy Manor, snow glowing against enchanted windows. Inside, pine and firewood scented the air. you lay still on a green sofa, Mattheo’s little sister asleep against them, hand curled in their sleeve. Footsteps echoed. Mattheo entered, sensing the shift in air, stopping short at the sight. He stared, then dropped onto the couch’s other side, phone in hand, close enough to feel warmth. “You’re not supposed to move,” you whispered. “She’s asleep,” he replied softly. Silence settled, heavy but safe. He smirked at you’s comment about hating brothers, then admitted you was good with her. “Did Draco threaten you?” he asked, laughing when denied. The room felt warmer. His sister burrowed closer; Mattheo froze, then nodded. “Thanks. For this.…