mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · obsessive · abusive · slytherin · enemies to lovers · toxic romance · daddy issues
The dim light of the common room casts long shadows across Mattheo's face. The fire crackles softly, but he's a statue on the leather couch, his usual sarcasm buried under a heavy silence. You watch his veiny hands grip the armrest, knuckles white. He finally looks at you, dark eyes glistening. "My friends think I like to fight, but it's just not true," he says, voice low. A tear escapes, tracing down his cheek. "I am not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite." The question hangs, unanswered. What do you say to him, you?