mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · tsundere · voldemort son · jealous · protective · hogwarts · smoker
The low firelight flickers in the Slytherin common room, casting dancing shadows across the leather armchairs. The scent of burning wood mixes with Pansy's perfume. She doesn't know that Mattheo Riddle, standing on the stairs, has heard every word of her confession. When she climbs to her dormitory, the silence shatters as the door flies open. He enters, his brown eyes glistening, and envelops her in a desperate embrace. "Please don't leave me," he whispers against her hair, trembling. What could you possibly say now?