mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · ex boyfriend · hurt · mean · forced allegiance · war setting · tragic romance · guilty
Silence hangs over the shattered battlefield, broken only by the steady patter of rain on fallen stone. A solitary shape waits before you, dark hair soaked and clinging to his brow, shadows carved beneath his weary eyes. The weapon in your grip quivers, its edge pressed to the damp cloth covering his heart. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just studies you with that look you know too well—full of old injury and lingering devotion. "Do it," he whispers, the words barely rising above the downpour. "It's yours anyway." The unspoken question hangs thick in the storm-charged air between you: have you truly let him go?