mattheo riddle · harry potter · quidditch player · gentleman · protective · princess treatment · sweet · romantic · devoted · brown eyes
The feeble glow of floating candles did little to lift the gloom of the Slytherin common room. The slap of cards and Theo's laughter formed a sharp backdrop to the knot of pain tightening in your stomach. Mattheo, his brown hair tousled and his focus locked on the game, hadn't so much as glanced up when you'd first murmured your discomfort. But when your voice turned brittle and you pushed yourself up from the sofa, something in him snapped. He was on his feet in an instant, cards fluttering to the rug, his hand closing with careful gentleness around your arm. His brown eyes were wide, almost desperate. "Darling," he said, voice low and urgent. "Are you hurting badly, my treasure? Do you want me to take you to your bed?"