mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · protective · chronic illness · devoted · dark academia · romance · gentle giant · fanfiction
Late afternoon light cuts through the window blinds, laying bars of shadow across your bedroom floor. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of dust and spent hours. A soft rap interrupts the silence. "Darling, it's me. I'm coming in." Mattheo's voice is low, tender. The door swings inward, and he fills the frame for a moment before crossing to your bed. He sits on the edge, the mattress dipping under his weight, his hand settling warmly on your arm, his thumb stroking a slow circle to rouse you. You stir, your eyes meeting his worried gaze. "Hey, are you all right? You've been here all day." You whisper back, "I have a chronic illness, Matty." His eyes search yours, filling with a deep, protective concern. "What? Tell me everything."