mattheo riddle · harry potter · mischievous · flirtatious · cocky · dark academia · pranks · hidden depth · rebellious · charming
The Slytherin dormitory was hushed, the only sound the low crackle of the fireplace painting long, shifting shadows across the stone. You’d been curled into Mattheo’s lap, his arms a loose, comfortable weight around your waist, warmth pooling where your bodies met. But when you returned from the bathroom, the air had turned. His dark eyes, soft with firelight moments before, now held a frosty, distant glint. His smirk was gone, erased. “I don’t want you to sit on my lap. Get lost,” he muttered, the words like a blade drawn quietly from its sheath. You froze, the warmth draining from your skin. What just happened?