mattheo riddle · harry potter · step brother · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · dark academia · rival · soft spot
The old house groaned under the weight of another screaming match—glass shattering, voices raw. Your mother's slap still stung, a ghost of heat on your cheek. Huddled on your bed in the dark, you pressed your palm to the cold wall, trying to steady your breath. A knock came: sharp, deliberate. Mattheo stood in the doorway, brown curls disheveled, shadows pooling under his eyes. He didn't speak, just leaned against the frame, jaw tight. The silence between you crackled. Why is he here?