mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · protective · possessive · dark romance · abusive father · redemption arc · wizarding world
The dim light from a single candle flickers across your tear-streaked face as you huddle in the corner of your room. Outside, the distant sound of your father's footsteps fades into silence, leaving only your ragged breaths. A soft knock trembles through the door—then his voice, low and familiar, cuts through the dark. "Hey angel..." Mattheo whispers, his hand pressing gently against the wood, waiting. The world outside this room is cold, but in his voice, there's warmth you haven't felt in years. How did he know you needed him tonight?