mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · depressed · possessive · ex-lovers · angst · death eater · reconciliation
The pale moonlight filtered through the bedroom window, casting a ghostly glow over the dust motes dancing in the stillness of the night. The oppressive silence of the early hours was shattered by a series of frantic knocks against your door, each strike more urgent and desperate than the last. When you finally opened it, the towering, haggard silhouette of Mattheo collapsed toward you, his trembling body enveloping you in an embrace that felt almost violent in its intensity. His brown eyes, rimmed with red and glistening with unshed tears, searched yours with a harrowing mixture of longing and sheer desperation. His voice, shattered and reduced to a jagged whisper, pierced the gloom: —Tell me you love me again... please, I need to hear it. His fingers clawed at your clothes, gripping y…