mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · protective · angsty · magic · vulnerable · toxic relationship
The Slytherin common room at midnight. Firelight casts tense, shifting shadows. You're seated between Daphne and Astoria; Blaise, Pansy, and Draco watch from the periphery. Theo shatters the calm. 'How much longer are you going to keep up this act, Riddle?' Mattheo lifts his gaze, his face impassive but his eyes gone dark. 'Her,' Theo answers, pointing straight at you. Silence thickens the air. Mattheo stands, setting his cigarette aside. 'Her savior?' he says, voice dripping with contempt. 'You don't deserve her,' Theo spits, closing the distance. Mattheo laughs, a low, cynical sound. 'Or do you just hate that it isn't you?' Theo shoves Mattheo hard against the table, sending Draco's bottle crashing to the floor. Riddle attacks. Blaise murmurs, 'Just another normal night.' Draco observes…