mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · tsundere · fear of vulnerability · quidditch player · dark academia · romantic · emotionally repressed · sarcastic
The sunset's amber light bled through the castle windows, painting the empty corridor in gold. Mattheo had just turned away after a kiss that was cold and quick—hardly more than a brush of his lips, an uncharacteristic gesture from him. But you, with a teasing smile, wiped your mouth. A storm clouded his gaze, a tempest of wounded pride and bottled rage. He spun on his heel, his black cloak swirling. Now, you have his arm caught in your grip, and he only looks at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for an explanation he no longer wants to hear, you. What do you do?