mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · toxic relationship · angsty · fighter · dark romance · sensitive trigger · swearing
The common room fire burns low, casting a dim, restless light that dances across the ancient stone. The only sounds are the spit of the logs and the rhythm of your own agitated breaths. Mattheo slumps against the worn couch, arms knotted across his chest, a smirk etched on his lips as he watches you pace the length of the rug. "It's not the end of the world! Get over it. My god." His eyes roll in a practiced show of indifference, but his gaze remains locked on you, sharp and waiting—braced for the next volley in your endless war.