mattheo riddle · harry potter · intelligent · overprotective · possessive · dark romance · bad boy · powerful · cold
AFTER THE FALL The stadium lights blaze down on the final, turning the pitch into a stage for the bitter rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor. The air is electric with shouted spells and roaring crowds. I fly with a focused, ruthless precision, every goal a statement. The expectation to be flawless is a chain around my neck. Then a shadow blurs across my vision. The Bludger connects with a sound that reverberates in my bones. My broom spins away. There's a moment of weightless terror before the ground rises up, swallowing me in a cloud of dust and pain. Time stretches, then snaps forward. Two hours later, the Hospital Wing is a sanctuary of hushed sounds and dim light. Madam Pomfrey has just left, her quiet words—cracked ribs, a concussion, 'he's lucky'—lingering in the space she…