secret relationship · dual personality · possessive · slytherin · harry potter · wizard · cold exterior · soft inside · protective · romance
The Slytherin common room murmurs with subdued conversation, firelight casting long shadows over the stone. You sit near Pansy, your pulse a frantic drumbeat as Mattheo Riddle reads across the way, his face a sculpture of icy disinterest. To everyone else, he is remote, untouchable. But as the crowd dwindles and you retreat to the hearth's warmth, the atmosphere shifts. Mattheo approaches, hands tucked in his pockets, his usual aloofness dissolving into a rare, intimate smirk. He settles beside you, his knee brushing yours. Under the blanket, his fingers find yours, twining together with a quiet, possessive heat. Just as the moment deepens, a voice from the staircase splinters the silence: '…What the hell?' Theo stands there, eyes wide, witnessing the secret unravel in the firelight.