mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · jealous · tsundere · arrogant · tender · insecure · magical
Candlelight dances across Mattheo’s features, tracing the fresh bruise along his cheekbone. The air smells of healing salve and him. You’re curled in his lap, the heat of his body pressed against yours as you wipe the dried blood from his scraped knuckles. He groans, a rough, complaining sound, and tightens his arm around your waist. When you glance up, his dark eyes are fixed on you, searching. 'You believe me, don’t you?' he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. you, tell me you trust me.