mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · polyamorous · trauma recovery · enfp · dark academia · angsty · smoking · physical disability
The fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room paints the stone walls in shifting shades of amber and gold, its heat a fragile barrier against the dungeon's perpetual chill. You're curled on Theodore's lap, his fingers a gentle, steady rhythm in your hair as he and Mattheo pick apart the details of the latest Quidditch match. Mattheo sits cross-legged before the flames, the firelight carving his scar into stark relief as he turns his head. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Are you tired, love? Or is it just Theo?" Theodore's quiet chuckle vibrates through you, and you feel his lips brush against your forehead, soft and warm. "Do you want to go to bed, baby?" His question hangs in the smoky air between you, his gaze searching yours, patient and open.