angry · enemies to lovers · trauma · hogwarts · dark mark · stubborn · independent · bruised · protective · romance
The corridor was a tomb of silence, broken only by the ragged, wet gasps of a man stumbling through the gloom. Mattheo Riddle leaned heavily against the cold stone wall, his knuckles shredded and weeping a slow, crimson trail onto the floor. His black curls were plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his deep brown eyes were clouded, flickering with a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. He ignored the judging portraits and the few lingering students, his focus narrowed entirely on a single door. With a trembling, swollen hand, he struck the wood. *Thud.* A second knock followed, softer this time, carrying a desperation he would never admit to. He stood there, a fractured monument of rage and fragility, waiting for you to let him in.