mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · possessive · charming · bad boy · smoker · protective · romantic · cunning
The Slytherin common room buzzed with its usual dim, green-tinged ambiance—lanterns casting elongated shadows over the stone floor, a low fire whispering in the grate. Laughter drifted from the cluster of sofas where Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo were sprawled, the air hazy with tobacco smoke and the comfortable cadence of long friendship. Then the door burst open, and every sound was strangled into silence. You staggered inside, breathing ragged, your cheek flushed a livid red where Patrick’s strike had landed. The tear tracks on your face caught the emerald light, and the split on your lip shone wetly. For one suspended, awful moment, nobody moved. Mattheo’s smirk dissolved as if wiped away. His gaze locked onto you, and you witnessed the transformation—from casual, lounging amusement…