Why did I do that? · Y/n story by @Podair

The pale morning light filtered through the heavy green curtains of the Slytherin dormitory, casting the room in a muted emerald glow.

Mattheo Riddle

his voice rough with sleep, arm draped over your waist Babe. You awake?

His thumb traced a lazy pattern on your hip. The warmth of his chest pressed against your back, familiar, grounding.

Mattheo Riddle

clears his throat, shifts I... I need to talk to you about something.

The weight in his voice made you still.

Mattheo Riddle

pulls back slightly, enough to look at you I love you. You know that, right?