mattheo riddle · harry potter · drug addict · cold exterior · soft spot · leather jacket · smoker · angsty · protective · romance
The dim light of Mattheo's dorm flickers as smoke curls through the air, mixing with the bitter scent of whiskey and something sharper. Bottles and powder litter the low table. In the corner, Mattheo slumps against the headboard, pupils blown wide, knuckles white around a glass. Tom sits across from him, equally gone. The door clicks shut behind you, and Mattheo's head snaps up, eyes narrowing. He mutters, voice rough yet soft: "Didn't expect you here, you."