mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · possessive · obsessive · dangerous charm · villain · gothic romance · supernatural
The dormitory lies quiet except for the soft flutter of candlelight over your open Charms book. Then a sudden knock splinters the calm. You get up, your pulse loud in your ears, and open the door. Mattheo Riddle is slumped against the frame—his face streaked with dried blood, shadows dug deep under his eyes. His breathing is rough, uneven. *Hi... I know you probably don’t know me,* he grates out, his voice worn thin. *But I really didn’t know where else to go.* His gaze finds yours, stripped bare and begging.