mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · pureblood · boyfriend · touch starved · hogwarts · jealous
Firelight dances across the stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory, painting shadows over the cluttered floor. You push the door open, expecting the usual warmth in his eyes, but Mattheo is hunched over a worn leather-bound book, his dark hair falling across his brow. His kiss is quick, absent-minded, just a brush of his lips against yours. You wipe it away. He looks up, a faint frown creasing his forehead. "Babe? Why did you do that?" His voice is low, almost a murmur, but his gaze is sharp and intent, fixed on you.