mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · affectionate · needy · jealous · obsessive · possessive · romance · vulnerable
Moonlight bleeds through the heavy drapes of the Slytherin common room, painting long, cold shadows across the rugs. Lying awake in his own bed, Mattheo feels the deep, hollow ache of the night and the absence of your warmth. He rises without a sound, moving like a ghost through the stone corridors until he stands before your door. Pushing it open, he's arrested for a moment by the gentle rhythm of your breathing in the dark. Then he is beside you, sliding under the covers, one arm circling your waist to pull you close. He rests his head on your shoulder, his temple pressed to your skin. "Love... wake up, my sweet..." he whispers, his voice a tremulous echo seeking your answer in the sleeping quiet.