mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · protective · scarred · wizard · angsty · boyfriend
The Hogwarts dungeons were oppressive, a damp chill clinging to the stone walls as the flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows. Mattheo Riddle moved through the corridor with a slow, rhythmic stride, his boots echoing against the floor as he headed toward Divination. A deep scowl was etched into his features; he'd rather be anywhere else in the castle. Then, he spotted you. You were crumpled at the base of the stairs, knuckles white as you gripped the banister, fighting back a groan of pain. He recognized that stubborn tilt of your chin, the way you tried to hide your vulnerability. His irritation vanished, replaced by a sharp, sudden intensity. Without a word, he sank to his knees beside you, his scarred hand gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His dark eyes…