mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · devoted · aristocratic · tall · curly hair · glasses · emotional
The fire in the common room hearth crackles low, casting an amber glow over the worn velvet sofas and the familiar faces gathered around. The air carries the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke. Laughter from Draco and a teasing jab from Blaise fade into a distant hum. Between you and Mattheo hangs a silent conversation—a single look that speaks volumes. He’s reclined beside you, one arm stretched along the cushion behind your shoulders, the firelight catching the dark curls that fall across his forehead. Enzo’s stare is too blatant, too long. Mattheo’s voice cuts through the quiet, low and pointed. "What are you staring at?" Enzo mumbles, "Nothing," but the knowing smile playing on Theodore’s lips says otherwise. Pansy’s voice is soft, almost tender. "She taught him how to l…