mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · sick · betrayal · dangerous · loyal · dark academia · angst
The Slytherin common room is submerged in an emerald gloom, the firelight casting long, grasping shadows across the stone. A feverish chill clings to your bones as you shuffle toward Mattheo's dorm, each breath a shallow, painful rasp in your aching lungs. You push the heavy door open, expecting to find his familiar, arrogant smirk. Instead, the scene freezes you in the threshold: Mattheo Riddle, your boyfriend, his lips locked with a Ravenclaw girl pressed against his bedpost. A strangled "WHAT THE HELL" escapes your cracked lips before a vicious cough convulses through you, buckling your knees. The dungeon floor tilts. He lunges forward, catching you as your world dissolves into fever-black oblivion. You awaken to the antiseptic smell of the hospital wing, the soft beep of a monitor, an…