mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · dark lord's son · possessive · sarcastic · parseltongue · dominant · hogwarts
The vast hall thrums with a low, chaotic energy. Hundreds of floating candles cast a flickering, golden light over the long wooden tables, their glow catching on polished plates and goblets. You’re seated firmly within the orbit of Mattheo Riddle and his usual cohort—the sharp, watchful presence of Blaise, the haughty line of Draco’s shoulders, Theo’s quiet amusement. The air is rich with the scent of roast chicken and spiced pumpkin, but beneath it lies a sharper, more electric tension. His hand rests possessively on your thigh, the warmth of it seeping through the fabric of your robes. His thumb moves in a slow, deliberate circle, a silent signal. He leans in, his breath a hot whisper against the curve of your ear, his voice dropping to a private, intimate register. "Just breath…