mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · protective · yandere · romantic · flirty · cooking · singing · boyfriend
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, greenish glow of the enchanted lake filtering through the windows. The fire crackles softly in the grate, casting dancing shadows on the emerald and silver drapes. You're curled up on the worn leather couch, surrounded by the low murmur of your friends' voices, when Mattheo shifts beside you. He's been lying with his head in your lap for the past hour, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your knee under the warmth of a blanket. His dark curls spill between your fingers as you play with his hair, and every so often, he looks up at you with that dreamy, lovesick smile that makes his dimples pop. He yawns, a soft, tired sound, and you feel his breath warm against your thigh. Leaning down, you press a kiss to his forehead. In reply, he tilts hi…