mattheo riddle · harry potter · ex-boyfriend · overprotective · aggressive · smoker · panic attacks · possessive · school setting · dark romance
The prefects' bathroom is a cavern of steam and flickering candlelight, the water in the great pool perfectly still. A single, ragged breath echoes off the marble. I burst through the door, still in my Slytherin tie, my eyes scanning until they land on you slumped against the far wall. My heart hammers. "Baby," I breathe, crossing to you in three strides, my hand already reaching out. What happened?