mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · cold · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · smoker · romance
The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickers across the leather armchairs, the smoke from Mattheo's cigarette tangling with the scent of old wood. He lounges back, a lazy smile on his lips, when Draco lobs the question. Mattheo cuts you a sidelong glance and answers, 'No, my girlfriend and I don't argue. She tells me to shut up and I do.' His gaze settles heavily on you, waiting for your reaction.