mattheo riddle · harry potter · cocky · obsessive · jealous · protective · touch starved · trust issues · loner · dark romance
The bathroom light flickers weakly, washing the cracked tiles in a pale, sickly glow. You’re sitting on the cold porcelain of the sink, your thighs bracketing his hips. He stands between them, head tilted back to expose the darkening cut on his lip. His hands settle on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to feel real. 'Ouch,' he murmurs, the word rough. 'It hurts.' His eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. What is it that always pulls him back into these fights?