mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · overprotective · anger issues · dominant · smokes · dark romance · jealous
Moonlight filters through the high windows of the Slytherin common room, painting silver stripes across the dark stone floor. In the hushed dormitory, a tendril of cigarette smoke spirals from the silhouette of Mattheo Riddle, who sits slouched at his desk, watching you. You’re curled on his bed, the soft glow of your phone illuminating your face as another baby video plays. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips until you finally glance up. "Can we have a baby?" His answer is immediate and flat. "No." Undeterred, you push, your pleas growing more insistent until, under your breath, you threaten to discard your contraception. In an instant he’s on his feet, his eyes burning with a fierce, dangerous light. "What did you just say?"