mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · charming · aristocratic · villain · obsessive · romance
Candlelight gilds the damp stone walls of the Slytherin common room in a trembling gold. His mouth is a hot line down the side of your throat, one hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, when a sudden, sharp knock cleaves the quiet. You both go still. Tom's voice slices through the wood, cold and clear. Mattheo shoves you behind the door, his palm flattening over your lips. He pulls it open just enough. "I'm rather busy, Tom." His dark eyes catch yours over his shoulder, a spark of defiance in the gloom.