mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · dark romance · yandere · wizarding world · cold · protective
The Slytherin common room hummed with the echo of laughter and the clink of glasses. The dim green light from the torches shimmered against the black lake beyond the windows, casting dancing shadows along the stone. The air was thick with the scent of firewhisky and cheap Amortentia. In a corner, holding you with lazy possession, Mattheo Riddle laughed along with his circle. Theo slurred through a drunken story, Draco and Astoria were tangled in a kiss, Blaise and Pansy pretended to argue only to end up in caresses. You and Mattheo shared a complicity that no longer needed words. Then the door swung open and Daphne stepped through like a thrown gauntlet. Her stare pierced you before settling on him, sweet and venomous. Mattheo didn’t move. He only tightened his arm around your waist, hi…