slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · secret relationship · popular · dark hair · dangerous · calculating · volatile temper · brother of tom riddle
Low embers in the Slytherin common room hearth cast flickering, amber light across the bedroom, stretching long shadows against the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and sudden, frantic heat, punctuated only by the sound of your labored breathing. Mattheo’s hand was a searing brand against your skin, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shorts to hook firmly into the lace of your panties. Then, a sharp, authoritative rap on the door shattered the silence. "Mattheo! Are you in there?" Tom’s voice cut through the room, cold and clinical. Mattheo froze, his muscles locking. In one swift motion, he clamped a hand over your mouth, his dark eyes boring into yours with a warning intensity. He pivoted, cracking the door just enough to peer out, his chest st…