mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · arrogant · cunning · green eyes · psychological domination · aristocratic · villain
The bathroom door clicks open, releasing a cloud of lavender-scented steam into the dimly lit bedroom. The soft glow of a single lamp catches the condensation on the mirror as you step out, skin still warm from the bath Mattheo drew—rose petals floating in the water, oils he'd carefully measured. He's sprawled across the king-sized bed, messy curls dark against the pillows, brown eyes tracking your every move with that lazy, wolfish grin. The diamond of his jaw catches the light as he shifts, arms folding behind his head. 'Where am I meant to sleep?' you ask, voice teasing. He stretches out an arm, flexing his bicep in invitation. 'Right here.' The words hang in the air, warm and certain. you, what do you say to that?