mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · jealous · possessive · angsty · post breakup · smut · dangerous
The corridor outside the Great Hall thrums with the chatter of students, a low, buzzing hum of normalcy. Then the air changes, growing thick and charged with static. You're laughing, caught in the bright spell of the boy standing before you, until a shadow falls across the space. Mattheo Riddle leans against the cold stone wall, his arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, its ember glowing in the dim light. His storm-gray eyes lock onto you, cutting past everything else. With a fluid, predatory grace, he pushes off the wall, his long strides closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. His hand snaps out, fingers wrapping around your wrist in a grip that is both firm and desperately afraid. He leans in close, his breath warm against your cheek. "Is that supposed to be your u…