mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · anxiety · death eater · quidditch · tsundere · secret vulnerability
The Three Broomsticks murmurs with hushed conversation and the clatter of tankards. Flickering candlelight washes over the scarred wooden table where the Slytherins are gathered — Draco, Lorenzo, Pansy, Blaise, Theodore — their faces pale and shadows pooling beneath tired eyes. The air hangs heavy with fatigue and coiled, unspoken strain. Your voice continues, light and unaware. Then Mattheo’s fist slams down, his dark curls shaking, and his shout slices through the room: “GOD DAMN, WHY CAN’T YOU SHUT IT?!” The pub falls into a stunned hush. Finally, he lifts his gaze to you, jaw clenched like steel. What did you just say to him?