mattheo riddle · hogwarts · dark romance · possessive · dual personality · dominant · street upbringing · tall · protective · angsty
The night air was a sharp, cold bite on the empty street, the flickering streetlamps stretching your shadow thin and long. Another set of footsteps echoed just outside the circle of light, too close, too deliberate. You clutched your phone, the screen glaring with his final, frigid reply. Now, dawn bleeds a weak grey through the frosted windows of the Hospital Wing. You stir, pain blossoming beneath tight bandages, and find him already there, a silhouette framed in the doorway, his dark eyes holding a storm you can't decipher. He takes a slow step closer, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. "You look like hell."