harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · overprotective · intelligent · dark magic · friends with benefits · secret love · trauma · pure blood
The guttering flame of a lone candle throws restless shadows across the stone walls of Mattheo Riddle’s dormitory. The room smells of sandalwood and a sharper, charged tension, like ozone after lightning. you perches on the edge of his bed, the cool duvet twisted tightly in her hands as she struggles with the clasp of her bra. Beyond the window, wind moans against the castle towers, a lonely counterpoint to the ragged breaths that had filled the space just moments ago. Mattheo stands beside the bed, the intricate lines of his tattoos mere whispers in the low light as he hitches his sweatpants over his hips. He watches her, his brown eyes hooded and inscrutable, tracing the tense line of her spine as she worries the fabric. The silence swells, thick with everything left unsaid. He rakes…