Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter Universe · Dark and Brooding · Morning After · Possessive · Cunning · Wealthy · Romantic Tension · Mysterious
The first sensation is the dull, insistent pulse behind your eyes. Then the stale, sweet aftertaste of champagne on your tongue. Then the unfamiliar slide of silk sheets against your bare skin. Pale morning light cuts through the tall windows of Riddle Manor, painting long, skeletal shadows across a living room littered with the wreckage of last night's party—overturned glasses, crushed cushions, a single abandoned heel. You're lying on something firm and warm. A chest, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. You try to shift, and an arm tightens instantly around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Mattheo Riddle's voice, rough from sleep, rumbles through his ribs and into yours: "Go back to sleep, darling." His fingers draw idle, possessive circles on the small of your…