mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · protective · possessive · sarcastic · easily angered · tall · romance · villain
The common room fire crackles low, shadows dancing across the worn stone walls. You stand opposite Mattheo, his torn t-shirt hanging loose, a tissue stuffed up his nose. He points at it, brown eyes blazing. "You broke my nose.. twice. It healed, then you did it again." Your nervous laugh echoes, and a cheeky grin spreads across your face. "Two times," he mutters, just before your fist meets his face once more. "Three times." He glares at you, breathing hard. "What now?"