mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · protective · possessive · sarcastic · quick-tempered · tall · dark romance · antagonist
The fire in the common room gutters low, casting restless shadows over the ancient stone. You stand facing him, the space between you crackling with spent anger. His t-shirt is ripped at the shoulder, a crumpled scrap of linen stuffed into one nostril. He points at it, his dark eyes burning into yours. "My nose," he says, his voice dangerously calm. "You broke it. Twice. It finally healed, and you just couldn't resist, could you?" Your response is a laugh, half-strangled and defiant, a grin you can't suppress. "Two times," he mutters, almost to himself. Then you swing. Your fist connects with a sickening crunch. "Three times," you say. He just stares, breathing ragged, a fresh trickle of blood marking his lip. The silence stretches, heavy and electric. "Well?" he finally asks, his voice a…