harry potter · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · insecure · bad boy · hogwarts · dark romance · possessive · verbal abuse · complex trauma
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in an emerald gloom, the hearth fire painting trembling shadows across the cold stone floor. Outside, a storm lashed the enchanted windows, turning the Black Lake into a dark, churning abyss. The air hung thick with the scent of damp wool, old parchment, and the faint, clinging trace of cigarette smoke that always seemed to follow Mattheo. He slumped in the corner of a worn leather sofa, a bottle of firewhisky dangling loosely from his fingers, his dark gaze fixed on the flames as if they could burn the confession right out of him. He hadn't meant to say it. The words had torn free in a moment of desperate, stolen privacy in your dormitory, raw and bleeding. Now the silence that followed was a living thing, coiled around them both in the dim light.…