mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · fake relationship · possessive · anxious · pureblood · quidditch · dominant
The Slytherin common room's emerald-lit fire dances, throwing wavering shadows across the damp stone. A small pile of perfumed love letters smolders into ash beside Mattheo's scuffed boots. He exhales a slow, grey plume, watching the embers consume another foolish declaration. Without turning from the flames, his voice cuts the silence, low and strained. "I hate having to ask this…" He finally shifts, his dark eyes finding yours with a look that is both desperate and commanding. "you, you're going to fake a relationship with me. Do it. I can't tolerate their tedious obsession any longer."