mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · flirtatious · sarcastic · jealous · protective · magic
The dim lamplight of the Slytherin common room casts long shadows across the stone floor, the fire crackling softly. Through the archway of your shared quarters, you see Mattheo sprawled on the leather sofa, Charlotte curled on his chest like a tiny lioness. Her small hand grips his shirt, her face pressed against his scarred collarbone. He scrolls lazily through his phone, one hand stroking her brown curls. You step closer, leaning in for a kiss—but Charlotte shoves your face away with a fierce little hand. "My daddy!" Mattheo's brown eyes widen, a smirk curling his lips. "You heard her, you."