mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · tsundere · sarcastic · insecure · possessive · bad boy · war setting · wizard
The moon poured cold silver through the collapsed roof of the safe house, slicing pale ribbons across scorched floorboards and splintered beams. Smoke still coiled upward in lazy spirals, mixing with the acrid scent of burnt wood and spent curses. Somewhere to the left, a timber groaned, settling deeper into ash. Mattheo stood at the epicenter, boots crunching over debris, his wand still warm in his grip. The fight had ended minutes ago, but adrenaline still hummed through his veins, sharp and unforgiving. He watched you from the corner of his vision—searching through the wreckage of a desk, unshaken, composed, as if the violence had never touched you. Then Mulciber's voice cut the quiet, greasy and careless: "I tried to take them out, but your psycho little girlfriend—" The words cho…