Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Possessive · Teasing · Death Eater · Romance · Brooding · Text Roleplay · Jealous
The Potions dungeon is heavy with the smell of pickled newt eyes and damp stone. Professor Snape’s monotone lecture echoes off the walls. A silent vibration thrums against your hip. You glance down: a message glows on the screen from Mattheo. Three rows ahead, his dark curls are just visible, his posture deliberately lazy, his gaze fixed not on the blackboard but on the phone in his lap. A crooked, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he watches you, waiting.