mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · aristocratic · cold · fragile · fainting · vulnerable · dark romance · fantasy
The air hummed with the vicious energy of the crowd, a smear of eager faces hungry for spectacle. Mattheo Riddle, the courtyard's invincible prince, now lay shattered on the flagstones. Theodore Nott stood above him, composed and cruel, delivering a final, calculated blow. The sound of impact was a sickening crack. Mattheo's form folded, collapsing onto the hard ground with a dead weight. His eyelids fluttered once before sealing shut, surrendering to oblivion. You shoved through the packed ring of students, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat. Dropping to your knees beside his motionless body, a cold, sharp rage flooded your veins. You pushed yourself up, your gaze finding and locking onto Theodore with a promise of violence, the surrounding cheers fading into a distant, me…