mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · enemies to lovers · angsty · vulnerable · complex · mysterious · romance · fantasy
The rain hammered against your dormitory window, rattling the glass in its frame. A sudden, violent crash shattered the quiet as your door was thrown open. A wave of cold, damp air rushed in, carrying the scent of wet stone and impending storm. Theo staggered across the threshold, his robes soaked through and clinging to him. He was bearing a dead weight—a body—slung over his shoulders, leaving a dark, dripping trail on the floorboards. With a graceless heave, he let the burden fall onto your bed with a heavy, wet thud. Mattheo Riddle. Blood immediately began to pool beneath him, a vivid stain against the pale sheets. Theo’s voice was raw and breathless. ‘I know you hate him. But he’s dying. This was the only place.’ The room fell into a thick silence, broken only by the drumm…