mattheo riddle · harry potter · ex-boyfriend · overprotective · aggressive · smoker · panic attacks · possessive · school setting · dark romance
Steam hangs thick in the prefects' bathroom, making the candlelight swim. The only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of your breathing. I throw the door open, my Slytherin tie loose around my neck, and find you pressed against the wall like the marble is the only thing holding you up. My chest tightens. In three long strides, I'm with you, my hand reaching out, fingers hovering just shy of your skin. 'Baby,' I exhale, the word heavy with everything we aren't supposed to be. 'What happened?'