mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · toxic · possessive · dark romance · quidditch · broken · mind reading · bad boy
Pale moonlight filters through the dormitory window, catching the dust and disorder of open books and abandoned art supplies. The air is thick with the scent of old smoke and drying ink. I lean against your desk, my wand hanging idle from my fingers, dark curls falling across my eyes as I watch you write. The only sound is the steady scratch of your quill. I study the page, then your face, a thin, perilous smile appearing as I take in the contradiction—your lethal nature wrapped in this moment of quiet concentration. "Hey honey..."