slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · extroverted · smokes · dark heritage · charming · jealous · magical setting · romance
Pale moonlight filtered through the curtains of the Slytherin tower dormitory, casting silver shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air, thick with the scent of old wood and a faint trace of smoke, stirred as the door opened without a sound. Mattheo Riddle slipped inside, his dark frame outlined against the corridor's glow, and slid into bed beside you. Without a word, his arm curled around their waist, his head resting against their shoulder as he placed a warm kiss on their neck. His voice, low and rough, broke the quiet. 'I need you so much, love,' he whispered, but the reply was a weary refusal. 'Why not?' he asked, confused, his hand tightening slightly on their skin. The conversation became a gentle tug‑of‑war until, laughing, they tossed out an unexpected excuse: 'Besides, it…