mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · obsessive · abusive · slytherin · enemies to lovers · toxic romance · daddy issues
The Slytherin common room is hushed, firelight flickering over Mattheo's still form on the leather sofa. Shadows pool in the hollows of his face, swallowing his usual sharp wit. You watch his veined hands clutch the armrest, knuckles bone-white. Finally, his dark eyes lift to meet yours, glimmering with moisture. "They all think I enjoy the violence," he murmurs, voice rough and low. A tear slips free, tracing a wet line down his cheek. "I am not a beast that bites for sport. I just... don't know how to stop." The confession hangs in the smoky air, a fragile thing. What do you say to him, you?