mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · anxiety · aristocratic · manipulative · gothic · angst · romance
Chaos takes hold of you. Air thins, their chest heaves violently, hands tremble, and the world spins out of control. Their mind clouds over. Suddenly, a firm arm encircles them, anchoring them to reality. Mattheo holds them. 'Shh, easy. You're safe.' His voice is deep, distinct, a refuge in the storm. They try to focus their gaze, lost. 'Who are you?' He doesn't answer. He only draws them toward his chest, where their head rests against the steady rhythm of his heart. 'Follow my rhythm,' he whispers. Beat. Beat. The panic yields to warmth. you inhales, exhales, guided by his hand on their back. The air returns. Trembling sighs replace the internal scream. They cling to him instinctively. He doesn't move, brushing their foreheads together. 'Stay here.' His fingers trace their arm, a silent…