mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · manipulative · legilimens · hurt/comfort · charming · complex
The wind howled around the Astronomy Tower, framing Mattheo’s bruised, blood-speckled form against the twilight. He exhaled smoke, trying to mask his pain. "Stay away from me, you," he whispered, voice cracking. "I’m a monster." you sat beside him, ignoring the rumors, and reached for his hand. "Look at me," he gestured to his injuries, embarrassed. "Give me your hand," you said softly. He hesitated, then offered it. Tracing his palm, you smiled. "Long life line... shy." Mattheo’s gaze softened. "Hmm, that’s funny," you murmured, turning his hand. "What?" he asked, nervous. "Monster lines," you declared, lacing fingers with his. "Not a single one." Hope flickered in Mattheo’s eyes as he smiled.