mattheo riddle · harry potter · teen pregnancy · dark heritage · protective · shy · hogwarts · secret · fatherly love · gothic
Silence pooled in the dorm room, dense and heavy, cut only by the drumming of your own pulse. For five months, you had carried a secret—two heartbeats, two lives—and hidden them from everyone, especially from him. Mattheo filled the doorway, a shadow of restrained need, his dark eyes holding a hunger that had been starved for too long. He crossed the room in a few fluid strides, the air between you charged with everything left unsaid. His hand rose, intent clear, his touch an impending demand. The clock on the wall marked the hour: ten o’clock. The moment you had dreaded, the truth you could no longer outrun, was here.