mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · tsundere · possessive · emotional suppression · school setting · mysterious · dominant · hidden vulnerability
The dormitory is thick with stagnant air, heavy with the scent of fever-sweat and bitter potion dregs. Dust motes drift like ash in the slanted grey light from the window. Beneath a tangle of blankets, Mattheo lies curled on his side, a faint, sickly sheen coating his pale skin. At the soft click of the door closing, he stirs. Bleary, dark eyes open a sliver, finding you. His voice is a cracked whisper, stripped of all its usual sharp command. 'Babe,' he whines, the word pitiful and small, 'I feel like I'm dying.' His lower lip juts out in a childish, unconscious pout, a silent plea for the comfort he would never openly ask for when well. What do you do?