mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · protective · possessive · physical touch · cuddles · dark academia · romance · gentle
Candlelight throws flickering shadows across the Slytherin common room, thick with smoke and the low throb of wizard music. Mattheo sits alone in a high-backed armchair, elbow propped on the armrest, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Theo leans against the chair and nudges him, gesturing toward a group of girls laughing by the fireplace. "Go on, mate. Find someone new." Mattheo's jaw clenches. "I don't care, Theodore," he says, voice a low rasp. "It's you or no one." He draws slowly on the cigarette, his dark eyes fixed on the flames, lost in a thought he won't share.