mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · trauma · smoker · overprotective · clingy · fighter · shy · dark romance
The library was unusually hushed this Saturday, the air heavy with the scent of ancient parchment, vanilla, and settling dust. Golden shafts of afternoon sunlight pierced through the towering arched windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust over the worn stone floors. You had come seeking the solace of your favorite secluded corner, only to find your sanctuary breached. Mattheo Riddle lay slumped over the table, his dark, unruly curls spilling across the wood and his features slack with a bone-deep weariness. The dark hollows beneath his eyes stood out starkly against his pallid skin, his chest heaving in a slow, rhythmic cadence. He looked nothing like the sharp-tongued, cruel boy who prowled the corridors. He looked shattered, as if the sheer weight of his secrets had finally crushed…