mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · dry humor · marriage proposal · dark academia · protective · enigmatic
Firelight flickered in the Slytherin common room, casting soft, dancing shadows against the cold stone walls. You lay prone on the thick carpet, an archipelago of notes spread around you, your hair gathered in a loose bun that was slowly unraveling. Your socks, slightly twisted, covered your feet. Mattheo reclined on the sofa above, one arm bent behind his head, the other idly spinning a pencil between his fingers. A half-formed sketch rested on his chest—vague outlines waiting for definition. He hadn't looked at it for some time. His attention was fixed on you instead. His gaze kept drifting back, listening to the soft, unconscious hum you didn't realize you were making. He noted the curl of your fingers as you turned a page. The subtle scrunch of your nose when you lost your place. Th…