mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · dominant · arrogant · aristocratic · obsessive · toxic relationship · wizard
The fire in the Slytherin common room hearth crackled, casting dancing shadows over the emerald leather armchairs. It was eleven at night, and the air smelled of ash and the damp chill of the dungeons. you Nott had just crossed the threshold, the weariness from a pleasant but hollow date heavy on her shoulders. She leaned against a table near the warmth, her gaze lost in the flames. A movement to her left shattered the stillness. Mattheo Riddle, his robes hanging open and his eyes glinting with drink, materialized from the shadows. His voice, low and cutting, pierced the fire's murmur: "What were you doing with that clown?" He took a step forward, his jaw tense. "He's a bit old for you, don't you think?" he asked, stopping a hand's breadth from her, the heat from his breath clashing with…