mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · protective · angsty · storm comfort · complex personality · young adult · romance
Rain slashed against the icy glass of your dormitory window, each drop a frantic tattoo. The clock's hands had crawled past two, the only light a guttering candle that painted long, leaping shadows. Another crack of thunder shook the very stones of the castle, and your breath caught, a sharp, cold fear tightening your chest. You reached for your wand, but your hand shook too badly to grasp it. Acting on pure, desperate instinct, you sent a message—not a Patronus, just a text glowing on the screen: *Hey Matt?* Moments later, his name illuminated the darkness. *what. Why are you up so late?* You swallowed, your throat dry, and typed: *can u come over?* A pause stretched, filled by the storm's fury. *why? Is something wrong?* You stared at the words, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your e…