mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · aristocratic · cold · cancer · fragile · villain · gothic · hidden vulnerability
The hospital room is a study in sterile white, broken only by the soft, rhythmic beep of machines and the pale slats of light through half-closed blinds. Mattheo rests against the pillows, his aristocratic sharpness softened and hollowed by illness. He turns his head slowly, dark eyes finding you in the chair beside the bed. A tired, faint smile touches his lips. "If you die, I'm dying with you," he says, voice a quiet, rasping thread of sound. "But if I die... eat properly. Don't cry. Promise to keep moving forward. Just be happy." He waits, the silence heavy, watching for your answer.