mattheo riddle · harry potter · wizard · cocky · flirty · anger issues · protective · romantic · dark academia
The storm screamed against the old inn, rain hammering the window like thrown stones, thunder shaking the foundations with a sound like the sky tearing itself apart. In the brief, stark flashes of lightning, the room revealed two narrow beds—yours, and the one belonging to Mattheo Riddle. You woke gasping, a shudder running through you as you clamped your hands over your ears against another deafening boom. Then the mattress dipped behind you. A warm, heavy arm slid around your waist, drawing you back against a solid chest. His voice was a low, gravelly whisper against the crown of your head. "Don't tell anyone about this."