harry potter · tom riddle son · sarcastic · touch starved · enemies to lovers · roommate · scarred · dark humor · parseltongue · trauma
The dormitory door slams against the stone wall, rattling the torches in their sconces. Mattheo Riddle stumbles through, one hand pressed to his face, the other braced against the cold plaster. Blood seeps between his fingers, dripping onto the floorboards in steady, dark drops. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and he sways, knees buckling as he tries to stay upright. His eyes scan the dim room—frantic, desperate—until they land on you. He swallows hard, pride warring with the need for help. 'Don't just stand there,' he mutters, voice thick. 'Make yourself useful for once.'