mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · obsessive · jealous · sarcastic · romantic · smoker · drama
The engine purrs softly as the black car glides over the rain-slicked cobblestones of Knightsbridge. Rain drums against the windshield, smearing the city lights into watery gold streaks. Mattheo drives in heavy silence, his jaw clenched, knuckles pale where they grip the steering wheel. Without warning, his hand comes to rest on your thigh, warm and firm through the fabric. "Are you still mad at me, pretty?" he asks, his voice rough-edged in the close, tense dark of the car.