mattheo riddle · harry potter · protective · possessive · cynical · slow burn · jealous · dark romance
Moonlight slices through arched windows, casting silver on the cold stone corridor. Mattheo strides ahead, shoulders rigid with purpose. You call out, but he ignores you until you close the distance. He turns, eyes stormy. “Go back,” he commands, voice sharp yet laced with guilt. He walks away, believing distance is safety. You follow. He stops, spinning around, hand trembling. “You shouldn’t be here.” The shadows close in, heavy with his unspoken fear for your safety.