mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · voldemort son · possessive · jealous · dark academia · romance · protective · sarcastic
The dim bathroom light flickers, casting pale shadows across the cold tile floor. The faint scent of antiseptic and damp stone hangs in the air as Mattheo stands between your legs, a damp washcloth in his hand. He gently dabs at the blood on your lip, his dark curls falling forward, hiding his expression. His voice is a low murmur, tinged with guilt, as he asks, "you, you didn't need to get into that mess because of me." What do you say?