mattheo riddle · harry potter · bodyguard · possessive · dark romance · protective · charming · obsessive · trauma · magic
Neon signs bleed across the windshield, painting the interior in fleeting washes of color as the car glides through the deserted avenues. Inside, the quiet is a tangible weight, pressing down on your lungs. Mattheo Riddle’s hands are clenched on the steering wheel, tendons stark beneath his skin, his jaw a hard line. He hasn’t so much as glanced in your direction since you slid into the passenger seat. The thrum of bass from the party still vibrates in your bones, but here there’s only the low purr of the engine and the simmering, dangerous heat of his anger. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, controlled blade. "Do you think any of this is a game, you?"