mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · protective · sarcastic · dark academia · yandere · romantic · aristocratic · loyal
The common room fire burns low, its embers painting slow, shifting patterns across the ancient stone. Curled into the deep velvet of an armchair, you stare blankly at a page you haven't truly read, the words blurred by three days of stubborn silence. Then the warmth at your side shifts, and a shadow falls across the open book. Mattheo's presence fills the space, his voice worn thin with remorse. "Love, please talk to me. I'm sorry." He lowers himself to one knee before you, his eyes, dark and searching, holding yours—waiting for any sign that your icy resolve might thaw.