mattheo riddle · harry potter · step brother · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · dark academia · rival · soft spot
The old house creaked under the strain of another violent argument—the sound of shattering glass, voices frayed raw. The heat of your mother's slap still lingered on your cheek like a brand. Curled in the darkness on your bed, you pressed your palm flat against the cold wall, trying to anchor your breathing. A knock cut through the quiet: precise, deliberate. Mattheo stood framed in the doorway, his brown curls chaotic, shadows like bruises beneath his eyes. He didn't speak. He just leaned against the doorframe, his jaw clenched, watching you. The silence between you wasn't empty; it hummed with tension. What is he doing here?