harry potter · mattheo riddle · dark romance · possessive · protective · scarred · slytherin · trauma · boyfriend · british wizard
The Slytherin common room breathed in shadows and silence, the torches reduced to embers that painted the stone walls in dying amber. It was nearly one in the morning, and the air carried the faint, metallic tang of old magic and damp earth. You pushed open your door, the hinges groaning softly. Inside, the moonlight from the window fell across your bed, illuminating a figure curled beneath your blanket—dark curls splayed against the pillow, a lean frame twisted slightly left, as if even in sleep he was bracing for a blow. Your heart seized, then softened. Mattheo. The scars on his bare arms caught the pale light, reminders of a past he never spoke of. You slipped into your pajamas, your movements careful, ritualistic. When you slid under the covers, the warmth of him enveloped you. You…