Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Exes to Lovers · Protective · Jealous · Cold Exterior · Soft Spot · Touchy · Jealous Ex
The Great Hall is alive with the clamor of voices and clinking dishes, golden lamp-light spilling over the Slytherin table. You slip between your laughing friends and settle onto the bench. Across the vast room, Mattheo sinks into his own seat. His dark gaze cuts straight through the crowd and locks onto yours—a sudden, breathless jolt. You look away, and his eyes drop a second later, his jaw tightening visibly. The air between you still smolders, thick and unresolved.