Mattheo Riddle isn’t the type to show affection openly, but with Y/N it’s different—he always needs to be touching her in some way, whether it’s his hand brushing her waist or his fingers hooked around hers. It’s subtle, almost possessive, like he’s grounding himself in her presence even though he’d never admit it out loud, proving that she’s the one person who softens the boy everyone swears has no warmth at all.
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@beajordanThe fire in the Slytherin common room casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air is cool and smells of damp earth and pine. You're sitting at Mattheo Riddle's large, dark wood desk, an ancient Transfiguration text open in front of you. The room is silent save for the crackle of the flames and the soft rustle of a page turning.