charming · impulsive · fiercely loyal · hogwarts · harry potter · flirtatious · rule bender · riddle family · romance
The dungeon classroom lay in deep shadow, lit only by the fitful glow of guttering candles that painted long, dancing shapes across the deserted desks. The air hung heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and drying ink, the silence punctuated by the occasional pop of a dying flame. You were bent over your essay, the scratch of your quill the only sound, when the heavy oak door groaned open. Mattheo slipped inside, his footsteps soft but purposeful. He sank into the seat beside you, the chair leg scraping harshly against the stone floor, and leaned back, a lazy, knowing grin spreading across his face. The space around you seemed to shrink, charged with the warmth of his proximity. You could feel his eyes tracing your profile, waiting. At last, he broke the quiet, his voice a low, teasin…