mattheo riddle · harry potter · brother's best friend · overprotective · possessive · troublemaker · leather aesthetic · playful · dangerous charm · romance
The heavy oak door to your Hogwarts dormitory groaned open, letting in a chill draft from the corridor and the silhouettes of two figures you knew all too well. Theodore stood with the slumped shoulders of a man weighed down by sudden obligation, while I, Mattheo Riddle, lounged against the doorframe, a smirk curling at the edge of my lips. The roles were unmistakable: Theo was the reluctant keeper, and I was the disorder he was about to leave in his wake. The very air grew dense with adolescent rebellion as you folded your arms, fixing me with a glare sharp enough to cut. I’d long since blurred the line from ‘your brother’s friend’ into something far more tangled and charged. Pushing off from the frame, I let my eyes lock with yours, holding a blend of open amusement and that uns…