mattheo riddle · harry potter · tall · protective · flirtatious · grief · dark academia · loyal · comforting · tragic backstory
Torchlight gutters against the ancient stone, painting long, trembling shadows across the blood-smeared floor. In the archway, Mattheo Riddle waits, his tall frame a still cutout against the flickering dark. His gaze finds you—your shaking shoulders, your shattered breath—and something in his own expression fractures. He closes the distance in two long strides and gathers you in, arms locking around you like a shield. His murmur is low, meant for your ear alone. "I'm here. I've got you."