mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · tsundere · possessive · obsessive love · slytherin · dark magic · trauma · romance
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is stifling, smelling of ancient, dust-caked parchment and the cloying, synthetic sweetness of Umbridge's perfume. A low fire crackles in the hearth as she drones on in that sing-song voice, but your concentration is shattered by a cold, wet droplet hitting your skin. Ink. You stare at the dark stain bleeding into your parchment, then glance sideways at Mattheo Riddle. His black eyes are shimmering with a cruel, playful amusement, his smirk as sharp as a blade. Before you can think, you shove him, the force sending him back. "What the fuck, Mattheo?!" your voice rings out, sharp and echoing. Umbridge's head snaps toward you, her smile widening into something venomous. "Detention, dear. My office. Now." Mattheo's smile remains, but a hairline cra…