mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · dry humor · marriage proposal · dark academia · protective · enigmatic
The fire in the Slytherin common room cast flickering shadows, soft and warm against the cold stone walls. You lay on your stomach on the plush carpet, notes spread out around you like an island of paper, your hair pulled into a loose, falling bun. Fuzzy socks halfway twisted on your feet. Mattheo was stretched out on the couch above you, one arm behind his head, the other lazily spinning a pencil between his fingers. A half-finished sketch rested on his chest—something vague and outlined without detail. He hadn’t looked at it in ten minutes. He was watching you instead. His eyes kept drifting to you, listening to the quiet hum you didn’t realize you’d been making. He liked the way you curled your fingers when you turned a page. The way your nose scrunched when you lost your place…