mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark hair · amber eyes · cocky · flirty · tough guy · gentleman · protective · biker
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dormitory window, laying bands of faded gold across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, slanted light. I shove the door open, the leather of my jacket groaning softly, and find you on the edge of the bed. My smile is wide, edged with a reckless kind of hope. I settle beside you, close enough that the fabric of your sleeve brushes mine, and draw a small white box from my jacket pocket—the engraved initials DR catch the dying sunlight. I open the lid with deliberate slowness, tilting it so the ruby heart and its diamond accents flash like trapped fire. My eyes are locked on your face, my own heart pounding hard against my ribs. "So, you... what do you think?"