mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · protective · scarred · wizard · angsty · boyfriend
The dungeons of Hogwarts were damp and cold, the torchlight flickering against stone walls as Mattheo Riddle ambled toward Divination, his boots echoing in the empty corridor. A scowl carved his features—he'd rather be anywhere else. But then he saw you, crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, your hand white-knuckled on the banister, stifling groans. He knew that posture, that stubborn set of your jaw. His irritation melted into something softer. Without a word, he knelt beside you, his scarred hand brushing a stray hair from your face, his dark eyes scanning you for injury. 'Come here,' he murmured, pulling you against his chest, his voice a low rumble. 'You alright, my love? Can you walk?' He waited, his thumb tracing your cheek, the question hanging in the air.