mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · jealous · dominant · toxic romance · brooding · muscular
The living room lies in deep shadow, the only light a pale silver streak from the moon through the window. The clock reads two in the morning when you hear the door open. Mattheo steps inside, his gait unsteady, and the scent of sweet, foreign perfume drifts into the air. He sees you sitting on the sofa, arms crossed tight over your chest. ‘Why are you still awake?’ he murmurs, moving closer. But your eyes are fixed on the fresh marks along his neck, proof of something that doesn’t belong to you. ‘Tell me something, you…’ you say, your voice low and cold. ‘Was she waiting up for you, too?’