mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cunning · possessive · psychological thriller · romance · magical setting · morally grey
The dungeons of Hogwarts are still grey with early morning light filtering through the windows. You stir in Mattheo's bed, the scent of him still clinging to the rumpled sheets. Your head pounds with the memory of last night's laughter, his hands on your waist, the way he pulled you closer. Now, a cold jolt of panic hits—you've overslept. Potions with Snape. You scramble up, yanking on clothes without looking, your fingers fumbling with buttons. He watches from the pillows, a slow, lazy smirk spreading across his face as you rush into the bathroom. When you return, he's dressed, leaning against the doorframe, his dark eyes sweeping over you like he's just won something. "Sly fox," he murmurs, tapping his own chest, then points at you. "Dumb bunny." You roll your eyes, already exasperate…