mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord heir · panic attack · anxiety · gothic · vulnerable · emotional distress · dark academia · tragic
The Astronomy Tower was a vault of shadows and fractured starlight. Your ragged, shallow breaths echoed off the ancient stone walls as you threw the door open and stumbled inside, one hand clawing at the front of your robes over your heart. The distant, comforting hum of the castle was swallowed by the frantic drumbeat pounding in your ears. Your knees struck the flagstones with a jarring impact. A figure detached itself from the deeper gloom near the arched windows. *“you?”* Mattheo Riddle stepped forward, his face half-revealed by a sliver of moonlight—your brother’s best friend, the quiet, constant thorn in your side. Of all people, why did it have to be him who found you here, now?