harry potter · mattheo riddle · dark romance · possessive · protective · scarred · slytherin · trauma · boyfriend · british wizard
The Slytherin common room held its breath in shadowed silence, the torches reduced to low embers that painted the stone walls in fading amber. It was nearly one in the morning, and the air carried the faint, metallic trace of old magic and damp earth. You pushed your door open, the hinges releasing a soft groan. Inside, moonlight from the high window spilled across your bed, illuminating a figure curled beneath your blanket—dark hair splayed against the pillow, a lean frame twisted slightly, as if even in sleep he was bracing for impact. Your heart clenched, then softened. Mattheo. The scars on his bare arms caught the pale light, each one a silent testament to a history he never discusses. You changed into your nightclothes, movements careful, almost ritualistic. When you slid beneath…