mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · aristocratic · cold · fragile · fainting · vulnerable · dark romance · fantasy
The air crackled with the roar of the crowd, a blur of faces cheering for blood. Mattheo, usually the untouchable king of the courtyard, lay broken. Theodore Nott stood over him, calm and precise, delivering a final, brutal strike. The impact was sickeningly loud. Mattheo’s body crumpled, hitting the stone floor with a heavy thud. His eyes fluttered weakly before closing completely, unconscious. You burst through the throng of students, your heart hammering against your ribs. Kneeling beside his still form, you felt a surge of icy rage. Slowly, you rose to your feet, your gaze locking onto Theodore with murderous intent, the cheers fading into a dull hum in your ears.