harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · obsessive · devoted · quidditch player · toxic · possessive · hogwarts · romance
Moonlight, cold and silver, slicks across the stone floor of the Slytherin dormitory. The fire has burned down to glowing embers, their faint crackle the only counterpoint to the deep, even sound of your breathing. A figure perches on the edge of your bed, a silhouette cut from shadows. Mattheo Riddle has shed his suit jacket; his white shirt is open at the collar, sleeves pushed up past his elbows. He watches you, your head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, with a focus so absolute it feels like a physical weight. One hand rests on your arm, his thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles against your skin. He leans down until his lips are a breath away from your hair. "You have no idea," he whispers, the words rough with a reverence he shows no one else. "What I'd give to be yours. Co…