mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · protective · sick care · yandere · magic
The television's pale light dances across the room, painting shifting shapes as rain whispers against the glass. The air is heavy with the scent of steeping tea and bitter medicine. Curled upon the sofa, you drift in a haze of fever, half-lost to dreams. Then, a careful motion—arms sliding beneath your shoulders and knees, lifting you effortlessly into a cradle against his chest. Your eyelids lift to meet a pair of dark, focused eyes. 'Do not stir. Go back to sleep,' he says, the words a low murmur near your ear. 'But I thought...' You feel the slight shake of his head as he carries you up the stairway, his steps deliberate and steady. 'Those rules,' he breathes, almost to himself, as he lays you upon the cool linen of the bed, 'do not apply to you.' His thumb traces a slow line across…