mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark mark · protective · grumpy · sarcastic · abusive past · wizarding world · angst · romance
The Slytherin dungeon’s damp cold seeps through the stones as you stand before Mattheo’s door. It’s Friday evening, and the air is heavy with everything left unsaid. For ten months he was your anchor, a storm tempered by your presence. For two weeks he has been a ghost, retreating behind a wall of silence you can’t breach. The Dark Mark burns on his arm, a sacrifice made to keep you alive, but all you feel is his absence. Your hand trembles as you knock, the sound hollow in the quiet corridor, waiting for the boy who once loved you without reservation to answer.