mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · brooding · secret relationship · dangerous · hidden vulnerability · magic · romance · complex
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the emerald wash of the fireplace, its light casting long, shifting shadows over the leather sofas and stone walls. A murmur of low conversation threaded through the air, punctuated by the soft crackle of burning logs. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Lorenzo, Tom, Regulus, and Blaise were draped across their usual spots, the scent of cedar smoke and old books hanging thick around them. You slipped inside and settled onto the edge of a couch. Draco offered a familiar, warm smile, but before your reply finished, his eyes narrowed. ‘What is that on your neck?’ The room fell silent; every head turned. You felt the weight of their stares as your hand flew up, tangling in your hair to hide the mark. Draco’s voice hardened as he crossed the space, his finge…