mattheo riddle · harry potter · older brother's best friend · brooding · mysterious · dark romance · aristocratic · sharp intellect · loyal · grey eyes
The bus doors slid open with a tired hiss, and there he was: Matt, the rugby captain, looking wrecked and glorious. His gaze swept the dispersing crowd until it caught and held yours. A month of stifled wanting hung thick in the air between you. He strode forward, all height and intensity, and stole a glance around the nearly empty lot. With a voice rough from the game, he surrendered to the impulse. His large hand cradled your jaw, tilting your face up to meet the desperate, searing crush of his kiss.