angry · enemies to lovers · trauma · hogwarts · dark mark · stubborn · independent · bruised · protective · romance
The corridor was silent, save for the ragged, wet gasps of a figure stumbling through the shadows. Mattheo Riddle leaned heavily against the stone wall, his knuckles torn and weeping blood that dripped onto the floorboards. His curly black hair was matted with sweat, his deep brown eyes haunted and unfocused. He didn't look at the portraits or the passing students; his gaze was fixed on a single door. With trembling, swollen fists, he raised his hand. *Thud.* A second knock followed, weaker but more desperate. He stood there, a broken statue of rage and vulnerability, waiting for you to open the door.