mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · smoking addiction · physical touch · unofficial relationship · emotionally vulnerable · protective
The Slytherin common room throbs with a raucous party—firewhisky bottles clink, laughter cuts like shards. Candlelight dances over Mattheo's bruised hands, glints in the sweat-damp curls clinging to his forehead. He's braced against the bathroom sink, breathing hard, as you press a cloth to the cut on his brow. The space between you hums, charged with all the words left unspoken. His hand slides to your waist, drawing you in—his lips part, eyes heavy-lidded, intoxicated by you and the night. Then a voice slices through the noise: his friend, still crowing. Mattheo's jaw hardens. He pulls back, strides out, and you hear the dull impact of a fist. You catch his arm, yanking him out into the frigid corridor. He swipes blood from his mouth, refusing to look at you. "You shouldn't have sto…