mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · protective · insecure · wizard · romance · injured · dark lord's son
The solitary flame of a candle throws jagged, dancing shadows across the cold tiles of the Slytherin dormitory bathroom. Mattheo Riddle braces himself against the sink, his shoulders hunched, watching pink-tinged water spiral into the drain. The metallic scent of blood hangs in the damp air, mingled with sweat and soap. When you press the soaked cloth to the gash above his eyebrow, his whole body tenses. A low, pained sound escapes him. He turns his head slowly, his reflection meeting your gaze in the foggy mirror, his voice gravelly with strain. "God, you... that stings."