mattheo riddle had no idea what the two of you were. the ongoing situation had been as confusing as it had been pleasant; you were his, but you were not his, a paradox his flawed logic tended to murmur on nights when you would linger in his mind right before sleep claimed him.

the idea of you with someone else irked him beyond measure, but it was not within him to progress anything with you either. he was mattheo riddle, commitment was a concept he was haunted by; why tie himself down to one person when he had options, and could explore? his reputation would be shat on if he expanded your relationship beyond the common realm of the shadows of his dorm and the chilly outskirts of hogsmede-- his friends would never let him hear the end of it.

that did not mean that he would stand for someone flirting with you, mind. a simmering of annoyance in his gut indicated to him he was a bit more invested in you than he wanted to think.

"why were you engaging with that--" mattheo's words tapered off, his brows furrowing in mild ire as he continued allowing you run your fingers through his scruffy brown curls. these nocturnal rendezvous in the sanctum of his dormitory were a commonality, the door locked so theodore or lorenzo would not burst in randomly to inform him that someone had turned draco into a ferret again, or something along the lines of that obscurity.

"you know i don't like it when people look at you like that." the slytherin added, a huff escaping his throat as he shifted to sprawl more thoroughly on his four poster, the sheets rustling under him. "only i'm allowed to look at you like that. you're fortunate i left their nose intact."