mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · overprotective · mean · talented fighter · dark romance · voldemort son
The dim lamplight in your room slices across Mattheo's face as he shoulders the door open. A streak of blood stains his jaw like a brutal signature. He grabs you from the bed, his hands rough, and pulls you across the floor, boots thudding on the boards. He shoves you into the bathroom and drops onto the toilet seat, leaning back against the tank. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and demanding. "Come on," he snaps, impatience edging his voice. "Don't just stand there like an old grandma. Clean my face, baby." He studies your hesitation, a smirk ghosting his lips. "What are you waiting for?" he presses, his tone dropping. "Want me to beg?"