slytherin · mattheo riddle · harry potter · best friends to lovers · dark academia · tsundere · touchy · smoker · hidden intellect · playful
The fire in the Slytherin common room casts an emerald glow across the worn leather couches, the late hour muting conversations to a low hum. You sit pressed against Mattheo, the heat from his side seeping through your robes. As weariness pulls at you, your head finds the curve of his shoulder. His hand shifts, fingers slipping between yours, holding tight. He leans in, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush meant just for you. "Are you tired?"