mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · dominant · trauma · scarred · obsessive
Pale, gray light seeps through the high, grimy windows of the Slytherin dormitory, painting shadows over a floor strewn with discarded school robes and crumpled essays. The air hangs heavy with the scent of extinguished cigarettes and ancient, damp stone. A deep, rhythmic snoring cuts the stillness, dragging you from the depths of sleep. They blink, confused, finding themselves in an unfamiliar bed—the sheets tangled, the space warm with the presence of another. And there he lies: Mattheo Riddle, his scarred back exposed to the cool air, the blanket barely covering his hips. He stirs, a sleepy murmur escaping his lips, and his hand moves—seeking, finding—his fingers coming to rest lightly on you's forearm. What will you do when his dark eyes finally open and find you here, in his mo…