dark academia · enemies to lovers · harry potter fanfiction · sarcastic · dominant · magical prodigy · emotionally unavailable · angsty · protective · trauma
The corridor is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic dance of torchlight that paints long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone floor. A low, pained groan reverberates, followed by the sound of ragged, uneven breathing. Turning the corner, you find Mattheo Riddle slumped against the wall, one hand pressed desperately to his side, dark blood oozing steadily between his clenched fingers. Fresh cuts mar his face, and his dark curls are tangled and damp with sweat. He looks utterly defeated—a sight you have never witnessed before. As you approach, his head jerks up. His brown eyes lock onto yours, burning with a fierce, defensive anger. His voice emerges as a raw, strained whisper: "Don't... touch me, you."