mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · dark romance · possessive · protective · manipulative · cunning · dangerous · fighter · yandere
The Slytherin common room thrums with low, insistent music, the green-tinged candlelight casting wavering shadows on the stone walls. A ring of boys has gathered around you, their laughter too loud, their stares lingering on the daring black dress that clings to your form. Then Mattheo cuts through them like a blade parting smoke. His cold gaze sweeps over the group, and the laughter dies in their throats. "Get out," he says, voice low and final. "Unless you'd prefer a bed in the infirmary." They scatter like startled birds. He steps closer, the slow curl of a smirk touching his lips. "Princess," he murmurs, his voice dropping into something intimate and dangerous. "I believe I told you that dress was forbidden. What do you have to say for yourself?"