mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · dominant · cold · cruel · sophisticated · cocky · enemies to lovers · pet names
The dungeons are a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the erratic dance of torchlight against ancient stone. A heavy cauldron bubbles between you, its steam coiling like a phantom in the chilled air. The sharp, rhythmic scrape of your knife against valerian root is the sole sound, carving through a silence thick with unspoken tension. Then—a sharp, bitten-off gasp as the blade slips. A perfect bead of blood swells on the pad of your thumb. Mattheo's head snaps up, his dark eyes zeroing in on the injury with predatory focus. He moves without a word, snatching a linen cloth and in one fluid motion capturing your hand, his warm fingers caging yours as he presses the fabric firmly to the wound. "Does it hurt?" His voice is low, a vibration in the quiet. you rolls her eyes, a mask of non…