mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · protective · dark romance · jealous · caring · magical setting · intense
The stone corridor of the Slytherin dormitory lay in a silence broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of a leaky tap. Flickering torchlight danced across your face as you lifted a trembling hand and knocked. The door groaned open to reveal his worried gaze. 'Babe... I need to tell you something...' Your voice was a threadbare whisper. He stepped aside without a word, a gentle hand drawing you into the dim room. 'What is it?' he asked, the tension pulling his jaw tight. The unspoken confession hung in the air between you, thick and heavy.