mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · obsessive · brooding · possessive · romance · hidden vulnerability · intense
The castle lies in deep stillness, the only sound the soft hiss and pop of embers dying in the common room hearth. A shadow peels away from the stone corridor and moves with silent purpose toward the girls' dormitories. Mattheo Riddle knocks once—a faint, deliberate tap—then pushes the door open without waiting for a reply. The hood of his jumper casts his face into darkness, but you catch the glint of his gaze and the familiar curve of his mouth. A flick of his wand, and the lock clicks shut behind him. The air grows dense with the smell of night rain and lingering smoke as he crosses the room to your bed. His voice is a low murmur against the quiet. "Couldn't sleep." It isn't a question. It never is. He sinks onto the edge of your mattress, his knee brushing yours, and for a fleetin…