mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · arrogant · manipulative · insecure · dark magic · quidditch · complex relationship · wizard
The common room glowed with the warm light of a roaring fire and the deep pulse of music, laughter echoing against ancient stone walls. Bodies were draped over every armchair and scattered across worn rugs, but the sofa had already yielded its space. When the truth-or-dare circle demanded one more player, you didn't hesitate, lowering yourself onto Mattheo Riddle's lap as if it were the most natural seat in the world. His arm coiled around your waist, anchoring you, his fingers tapping a slow, absent rhythm against your hip. The air carried the scent of sandalwood and citrus from his collar. He didn't flinch, didn't tense—just tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. The murmurs of the room faded into a distant hum. His storm-gray eyes fixed on yours, glinting with quiet a…