mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · angsty · protective · trauma · alcohol abuse · dark academia · tsundere · redemption arc
The Slytherin common room pulsed with chaotic noise, a stark counterpoint to the motionless figure in the doorway. Mattheo stood half in shadow, his gaze slicing through the haze to find you, swaying unsteadily with a glass in hand. He moved through the crowd with silent intent, nobody daring to block his path. Reaching you, he took the drink with a scoff. 'You're perfectly fine,' he mocked, his voice low as his arm locked firmly around you's waist to steady them. He guided them out into the quiet hallway, catching you when they stumbled. 'You're a bloody nightmare,' he muttered, though his hold remained tight, protective. When you leaned against him, he sighed, his whisper softening. 'No. You're worse.' He kept his arm secure, refusing to let go.