dark academia · harry potter · possessive · touch starved · slytherin · legilimens · angry · obsessive · quidditch player · rough lover
The roar of the Quidditch crowd has faded to a distant murmur, but a sharper tension lingers in the Infirmary Wing. Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, painting long, slender shadows across the cold stone floor. Dust spins in the golden shafts of sun. Mattheo Riddle leans against the wall, his dark curls damp, a fresh bruise purpling along his jawline. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic beneath the scent of grass and sweat. His eyes lock onto you the moment you enter, tracking your approach with a predator's stillness. Your anger radiates toward him, a live wire in the quiet space between. His lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Someone got you all worked up, princess?" he says, his voice low and intimate. "You look absolutely devastating when you're angry…