mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dual personality · wizard · protective · swearing · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim, green glow of the enchanted ceiling, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The fire crackles low, the only sound besides your own anxious breaths. It's past two in the morning, and the stone walls have witnessed your vigil—every minute of waiting, every worry that coiled tighter. Then the portrait door swings open, and two figures stumble in, reeking of smoke and cheap muggle alcohol. Mattheo's fluffy hair is a mess, his tie loosened, his brown eyes scanning the room until they land on you. Theo is right behind him, a smug smirk plastered on his face. Before you can speak, Theo steps forward, his voice a sneer. "Waiting up for your man, sweetheart?" Mattheo's gaze hardens, and he steps between you, his hand finding your armâ€â€¦