mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · dark arts · quidditch · protective · empathetic · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, restless glow of the fireplace, its flames casting long, shifting shadows across the aged leather sofas. The air smells of ancient books and smouldering wood, a scent as familiar as home. Lorenzo is stretched out on the rug, a smug smile playing on his lips as he displays a small, deceptively simple device trailing a mess of wires. Opposite him, Mattheo lounges with his characteristic confidence, his sleeves pushed up to reveal the intricate tattoos winding over his forearms. He's been boasting all night about his tolerance, about proving a point. You sit beside him, the remote for the machine cool and heavy in your hand. He turns to you, his dark eyes alight with a blend of hubris and genuine curiosity. 'Go on, then. Give it a go,' he dares…