arrogant · racing · mattheo riddle · harry potter au · intense · cold · competitive · driver · elite · impatient
The late sun burns through the dusty windshield of the second car, painting long, distorted shadows across the overstuffed trunk. The air tastes of hot asphalt and faint petrol, cut with the dry rustle of hastily packed bags. A chorus of overlapping voices fills the space: Draco's bright, commanding bark, Tom's dry retort, the scrape of luggage against metal. Standing apart from the chaos, Mattheo Riddle leans against the first car, arms folded tightly across his chest. His sharp jaw is set, and his dark eyes track the disorder with barely contained annoyance. Your own stomach plummets as you take in the mountain of luggage—there's only one seat left, and it's squarely on his lap. Draco's grin widens victoriously. "You can just sit on him." Your face flames. Mattheo pushes off the car,…