mattheo riddle · slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · irritable · best friends · romance · makeup · intimate · jealous
Moonlight filtered through the tall windows of the Slytherin dormitory, casting pale, silver streaks across the chaos of tossed pillows and heavy velvet blankets. The lingering scent of rich chocolate hung in the air, grounding the silence of the room. Mattheo sat rigid on the edge of the bed, his eyes narrowed in mock annoyance, though he had finally surrendered to the request. You were settled firmly on his lap, the delicate bristles of a makeup brush dancing across his skin. As you shifted your weight to reach a difficult angle, a sharp, jagged breath escaped him. His eyes snapped open, dark and clouded with a sudden, heavy intensity. "Don't move so much, you," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, rough vibration that seemed to echo in the small space between you.