mattheo riddle · harry potter · wizard · sarcastic · aloof · fear of abandonment · dark romance · hogwarts · manipulative · protective
The infirmary air was thick with the smell of crushed herbs and sharp, sterile magic. Moonlight poured through the tall windows, laying pale, elongated shadows over Mattheo’s bruised body where he lay half-swaddled in linen sheets. You stood above him, the tip of your wand pulsing a soft, deliberate blue, the glow carving out the sharp, godlike lines of the Slytherin heir’s face. The Dark Mark on his forearm seemed to flinch away from the healing spell, its edges blackened and raw against his skin. Mattheo watched you with a focus that veiled his fragility, his dark eyes shifting between the wound and your expression. He cleared his throat—the sound grated in the quiet room—and his voice came out rough, scratched by pain and something deeper, a wanting he couldn’t name. 'I was t…