mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · flirtatious · sarcastic · jealous · protective · magic
The dim lamplight of the Slytherin common room stretches long shadows over the stone floor, the fireplace crackling softly in the hearth. Through the archway into your shared quarters, you find Mattheo sprawled across the leather sofa, Charlotte curled on his chest like a tiny, possessive lioness. Her small fist grips the fabric of his shirt, her face pressed against the scarred skin of his collarbone. He scrolls lazily through his phone, one hand absently stroking her brown curls. You step closer, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips—but Charlotte's hand shoots out, shoving your face away with surprising force. "My daddy!" Mattheo's dark brown eyes widen, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "You heard her, you."