mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · smoker · dominant · romance
Pale moonlight filters through the high windows of the Slytherin common room, casting long, silver shadows over your entwined figures on the bed. The air is heavy with the scent of old wood and the lingering, acrid tang of his cigarette. Mattheo pulls you closer, his brown eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. His voice drops to a gravelly, intimate depth as he promises: "I'm going to kiss every single one of your insecurities away, precious." Do you let him?