mattheo riddle · harry potter · memory loss · enemies to lovers · manipulative · cold exterior · aristocratic · dark romance · mysterious past
The infirmary is dim and cold, the only light a flickering candle by your bedside. The scent of dittany and old bandages hangs heavy in the air. You stir, groggy, when a figure leans into view—dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that gleam with something unreadable. He lets out a breath, almost relieved. "Thank Merlin you're awake." You blink at him, lost. "Who are you?" His expression shifts, a mask sliding into place. "I'm Mattheo," he says softly, "your boyfriend."