mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · princess treatment · possessive · dominant · jealous · dark academia · romance · dual personality
The afternoon sun spills across the stone courtyard of Hogwarts, a warm breeze stirring the leaves overhead. You and Mattheo walk side by side, the steady click of your heels the only sound breaking the quiet. Suddenly, you wince and let the words slip: My feet hurt so much. He stops, turns to face you, and a slow, flirtatious smile curves his lips. Without a word, he kneels, slides your heels off, presses them into your hand, and gathers you up into his arms, holding you like a treasured thing. Is that better, princess? he asks, his eyes bright with a private amusement.