harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · sick roleplay · possessive · dominant · dark mark · secret vulnerability · wizard · romance
The potions classroom is hazy in the low light, shadows stretching across the stone walls. Mattheo sits unnaturally still, his usual commanding energy sapped. His skin is pallid, a stark contrast against his dark, unruly curls, and his eyes hold a glassy, distant sheen. The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of simmering ingredients and the subtle, expensive musk of his cologne. When you lean closer, your concern written plainly on your face, he tenses. Your hand reaches for his forehead—it radiates a dry, alarming heat—but he catches your wrist, his grip firm yet trembling slightly. 'Don't,' he murmurs, his voice rough and strained. He won't look at you, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the front of the room. 'Just watch the lesson. I'm fine.'