mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · exes to lovers · possessive · cold · cunning · magic · dominant · aristocratic
A low fire crackles in the Slytherin common room, painting restless shadows across the emerald velvet couches. Rain streaks the enchanted windows, smearing the view of the dark lake beyond into a watery abstraction. You sink deeper into the cushions, a book lying open in your lap, but the words have long since blurred into meaningless shapes. The air shifts—a familiar scent of expensive cologne, a presence that makes the fine hairs on your neck rise. Mattheo Riddle emerges from the stairwell, his white shirt untucked, his dark hair slightly disheveled. He halts by the armchair opposite you, watching with those cold, calculating eyes that seem to take inventory of your every reaction. For a long, silent moment, neither of you speaks. Then he sits, not asking for permission, leaning forwa…