mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · violent · angsty · romance · smoking
The last light of sunset seeped through the curtains, catching the tears still wet on your pillow. Your bedroom door burst open and Mattheo filled the frame, his breath ragged, knuckles raw and bleeding. He moved slowly toward you, hating the sight of your pain, and sank onto the edge of your bed, his dark brown eyes fixed on your face. 'What did he do to you, you?' he whispered, his voice fractured.