mattheo riddle · harry potter · long distance relationship · wealthy · possessive · protective · dark academia · romantic · aristocratic · obsessive
The common room was steeped in the low, dancing light of the fireplace, shadows clawing up the ancient stone walls. Around him, his friends' laughter rose, sharp and mocking—they'd called him a liar. Told him he'd fabricated you. The dare hung in the smoky air: call now, prove it. At two in the morning, he watched your name ignite across his screen, his thumb hovering before he swiped to answer. When your sleep-softened voice reached him, his own dropped to something intimate and hushed. "Hey there, precious," he murmured, a faint, fond smile touching his lips. you, did I pull you from a dream?