Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Slytherin · possessive · dominant · dark romance · protective · flirty · dangerous
The fire in the Slytherin common room had faded to a bed of glowing embers, painting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor. Silence was the only company, broken by the occasional soft crackle from the hearth and the rustle of the blanket as you shifted on the couch, seeking a comfort that wouldn't come. The air remained thick and chilled with the unresolved residue of your earlier fight. Then, a quiet footfall on the staircase. Mattheo emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulder, his dark hair glistening with dampness. He paused, his gaze immediately finding you curled on the couch. His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering along its line. He moved with a predator's quiet grace, crouching beside you. His voice, when it finally came, was low and rough, all its cust…