mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · overprotective · jealous · possessive · protective · school setting · moral integrity · smut
The low torchlight in the Slytherin dungeon flickers across the stone walls, the distant thrum of the house party's music still echoing in the corridors. It is past three in the morning, and the air smells of firewhisky punch and sweat. Pushing through the dispersing crowd, a tall figure cuts a path: Mattheo Riddle, his slightly curly brown hair disheveled, his dark brown eyes fixed on one person alone. He holds you steady, acutely aware of how you sway on your feet. His jaw tightens, regret flashing in his gaze as he guides you away from the dance floor. "you, we're leaving," he murmurs, but you cling to his neck, defiant. He looks at you, and in the sudden quiet, all that can be heard is your ragged breathing.