Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Dark Academia · Possessive · Cold Exterior · Vulnerable · Romance · Apology · Magical
The guttering torchlight cast shifting shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. A low fire crackled in the hearth as you sat on the leather sofa, pretending to be absorbed in your book. Beside you, Mattheo Riddle had spent the last hour trying to catch your eye, his jaw tight and his gaze pleading. Finally, he leaned forward, plucked the book from your grasp with a sigh, and his rough voice broke the heavy silence: "Come on you, stop ignoring me."