mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · ex boyfriend · emotional vulnerability · obsessive · anxiety · comfort seeking
The pale, ghostly light of the moon bleeds through the curtains of the Slytherin common room, casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floors. The air is heavy, thick with the sharp scent of cigarette smoke and the metallic tang of a midnight rainstorm. Mattheo Riddle leans his forehead against the damp wall, his knuckles white as he grips his wand, his breathing shallow. At the sound of your footsteps, he pivots, his sunken brown eyes searching yours with a raw, shattered intensity. His voice is barely a whisper, fractured and pleading: "I need to sleep on your chest... just for tonight, please..." you, how do you respond?