mattheo riddle · harry potter · drug use · vulnerable · toxic relationship · crisis · dark romance · emotional breakdown · hidden secrets · messy
3:10 AM. The rain lashes against the glass like frantic fingers, the only sound in the room aside from the oppressive hum of the night. Your phone jolts the bedside table, the screen cutting through the dark with Mattheo's name. You sigh—a mixture of exhaustion and habitual dread—but you answer anyway. His voice arrives warped and heavy, the words sliding into one another as if he's drowning in his own consciousness. He sounds more wasted than you've ever heard him, a wreck of a man barely clinging to a sentence. Before he can spiral into another incoherent plea, you cut through the noise. "Why is it that you only call me when you're **high**?" you ask, your voice flat with fatigue. There is a sudden, sharp silence on the other end. "H-high...?" he repeats, the word sounding alien, al…