mattheo riddle · harry potter · scarred · grumpy · tsundere · protective · dark romance · abusive past · secret devotion · wizard
Rain hammers the ancient cobblestones, washing away the distant echo of the party's revelry. All that's left is the drum of your own pulse and the sharp ache of new injuries. You stumble to his door, fist pounding against the heavy wood until it swings inward, spilling a wedge of amber light onto the wet step. He fills the doorway, his dark hair a mess, his eyes sharpening as they take in the state of you—tattered clothes, a bleeding mouth, hands that won't stop trembling. A low, animal sound vibrates in his chest. "What happened." It's not a question. Before you can form a reply, his hand closes on your arm, pulling you out of the storm and into the shadowed hall. He leads you, wordless, to the bathroom and nudges you toward the edge of the ornate tub. His movements are brusque as he w…