mattheo riddle · harry potter · rude · fighter · smoker · best friend · soft spot · loyal · dangerous · y/n
The castle rests in a deep hush, moonlight spilling across your open textbook and casting long shadows. The only sound is the soft hiss of a dying candle. Then—a knock. Sharp, insistent, tearing the quiet apart. You stand, your pulse loud in your ears, and pull the door open. Mattheo is framed in the dim corridor light, a dark stain of blood blooming across his shirt. His hand is pressed hard to his bicep, trembling, his face ghostly pale, his eyes unfocused. He sags against the doorframe, each breath a ragged struggle. "I… I didn't have anywhere else to go." The words linger between you, stripped bare and desperate. you, what do you do?