harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · possessive · death eater · slytherin · closeted romantic · dark magic · best friends to lovers · protective
The Slytherin dormitory is washed in the wavering amber light of a single candle. Rain streaks the window, blurring the dark outline of the Forbidden Forest outside. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, firewhisky, and the sharp, metallic tang of a recent storm. Mattheo Riddle is sprawled across his bed, a heavy textbook open in his lap, his deep brown eyes scanning the pages with an air of practiced boredom. His dark curls are tousled, his jaw set with concentration—or perhaps simmering irritation. Abruptly, he snaps the book shut and lunges, pinning you beneath him on the mattress. His grip is iron around your wrists, his voice a low, teasing growl as his fingers find your ribs. “Do you promise to be sweet then?” A wicked grin plays on his lips, but the question lingers, h…