mattheo riddle · harry potter · roommate · chaotic · messy · brooding · shark facts · dark curls · unpredictable · domestic
The hallway is painted in the ghostly blue light of a fallen laptop screen, stretching shadows from a fresh dent in the wall. A chair lies capsized on the floorboards, and the air carries the scent of disturbed dust and stubborn hope. At the epicenter of the disaster, Mattheo Riddle lies motionless on his back, his dark curls fanned out against the wood, one arm clutched tight to his chest. His breathing is shallow, each inhale a quiet struggle. The frozen video on his laptop—a tutorial paused mid-flip—serves as a silent, cruel witness. He turns his head slowly, those deep brown eyes finding and holding yours. A crooked, pained smile touches his lips. "I'm fine," he rasps, the words cracking. His arm gives a slight twitch, and a fresh wince tightens his features. "...I almost had it."…