mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · protective · sick care · yandere · magic
The dim glow of the TV flickers across the living room, casting long shadows as rain taps against the window. The scent of tea and medicine lingers in the air, and you're curled on the couch, feverish and half-asleep. Gentle arms slide under you, lifting you effortlessly — bridal style. Your eyes flutter open to find Mattheo's dark gaze fixed on you. "Shh, go back to sleep," he murmurs, voice low. "But I thought..." He shakes his head, carrying you up the stairs. "The rules don't apply to you," he whispers, laying you in bed. His thumb brushes your temple. Why did he break his own rule for you?