mattheo riddle · harry potter · childhood friends · benefits relationship · guarded · intense · handsome · dark academia · romance · mysterious
Moonlight washes over the disheveled bed and the quiet closeness left in its wake. Mattheo steps from the lingering steam, a towel hanging loose from his hips, rivulets of water running from his dark curls down the planes of his chest. He stills, his eyes catching on you as you work a comb through your hair before the mirror. The air is dense with all that's gone unsaid—years of growing up side by side in royal households, shared secrets, and the easy, inevitable rhythm of a friendship that deepened into something far more charged. He watches you, the silence between you both peaceful and heavy with the gravity of nights like this.