mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · flirty · sarcastic · mischievous · guarded · angsty · magic · romance
The cobblestones of Hogsmeade glistened under a pale, overcast sky as a cold wind whipped through the narrow streets, carrying the scent of damp stone and butterbeer. You walked beside Mattheo, his presence a familiar warmth against the chill, when the shadows in a nearby alley seemed to breathe, disgorging a half-dozen rough men who encircled you both with silent menace. Mattheo's jaw tightened, a flicker of something dark passing through his eyes. "Stand behind me lia, I've got this," he murmured, stepping forward and driving his fist into the nearest man's face with practiced ease. A proud smirk curled his lips as he turned to boast—only for his smugness to shatter. There you stood, three groaning figures at your feet, your white shirt splattered crimson, blood trailing from your nos…