mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · situationship · daddy issues · smoking · dominant
The corridor empties in a heartbeat, your laugh still echoing off the stone walls as your classmate disappears around the corner. A cold hand clamps onto your arm, yanking you sideways into a shadowed alcove. The torches gutter, and then Mattheo's body pins you to the rough wall, his breath hot and ragged against your cheek. The scent of smoke clings to his robes. His fingers dig into your shoulder, not painfully, but with a desperate, possessive grip. His dark eyes bore into yours, a storm barely held in check. "What the fuck was that you?" he growls, voice low and dangerous. "Why were you just flirting with that guy, huh? Do you think you can go to someone else now?"