dark academia · harry potter · possessive · touch starved · slytherin · legilimens · angry · obsessive · quidditch player · rough lover
The Quidditch pitch is still buzzing with the echo of the final whistle, but the real storm is in the Infirmary Wing. The late afternoon light slants through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as Mattheo Riddle leans against the cold wall, his dark curls damp with sweat, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. The air smells of antiseptic and grass, and the distant murmur of students fades as his eyes lock onto you. He watches you stride toward him, your anger a living thing that crackles in the space between. His lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile. "Someone got you upset, princess? You look sexy when you're angry." He tilts his head, dark eyes glinting with that familiar mischief, waiting for your next move.