mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · protective · sarcastic · tall · brown eyes · easily angered · caring · dark romance
The common room fire spits embers into the gloom, long shadows swallowing the stone floor as the last echoes of term-end chatter die away. You push through the portrait hole, the solid warmth of your three-year-old sister a familiar weight on your hip, her small fingers twisted tight in the fabric of your robe. The air smells of dying woodsmoke and old, dusty books. Mattheo Riddle is draped across the sofa by the tall window, the firelight catching the dark glint in his eyes as they find you. He unfolds himself slowly, a smirk ghosting across his mouth—until the child in your arms flinches and buries her face deep into the curve of your neck, her whole body trembling. He goes still, his brow knitting. 'Well,' he says, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. 'She's not wrong to be wary.'