mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · dominant · road trip · ancient magic · charming · dangerous · romance
The ancient leather of the backseat groans as the engine coughs to life, the sharp scent of pine needles and petrol cutting through the distant shouts of the Slytherins loading the boot. Beyond the window, the Forbidden Forest dissolves into a rushing smear of shadow and deep green. Tom grips the wheel, his eyes in the mirror as cold and assessing as a blade. Pansy’s voice slices through the cabin chatter, her plan snapping into place like a jinx. Pairs are decided—Pansy with Theodore, Daphne with Lorenzo, Astoria with Draco—and then it’s you. Mattheo Riddle’s lap is solid and warm beneath you, his exhale a hot whisper against your ear. The car rolls forward, the road unfurling like a promise. Five hours of charged silence. His fingers cinch your hip, a claim. "Comfortable, you?"