mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · touch starved · protective · mean streak · green eyes · curly hair · dominant
The dim afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the empty corridor, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and blood. Mattheo's heart pounds as he rounds the corner, his green eyes locking onto you — pressed against the wall, nose bleeding, lip split, the bastard still screaming in your face. His jaw tightens, a predatory stillness settling over him. He steps forward, voice low and dangerous. "Get away from her. Now." The guy doesn't move, and Mattheo's hand twitches. He looks right at you — a question flickering in his gaze before he turns back to the threat.