slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · friends with benefits · smoking · overprotective · voldemort son · flirtatious
The first, thin light of dawn seeped past the curtains, painting hazy gold stripes over the rumpled sheets and the dust floating in the still air. The room was silent save for the deep, even sound of shared breath. Mattheo Riddle was wrapped around you, his tousled dark curls stark against the white pillow, his sun-warmed skin a steady heat along your side. His eyes—a deep, soft brown—opened slowly, adjusting to the glare. For a long time, he simply watched you: the flutter of your lashes against your cheek, the gentle part of your lips. A smile, rare and uncalculated, touched his mouth. He shifted, pressing his face into the space where your neck met your shoulder, inhaling the scent of you that clung to the sheets. Then, with a careful slowness that felt like a confession, he presse…