mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · sarcastic · tsundere · bruised · protective · dark academia · romance · vulnerable
The oppressive silence of your dormitory is fractured by a tentative, heavy knock. When you pull the door open, Mattheo is there, leaning heavily against the frame. He looks frayed, the usual polished arrogance stripped away. A jagged cut splits his eyebrow, and another seeps blood near the scar on his nose. His white button-up is marred by crimson stains, his robes nowhere to be seen. His gaze locks onto yours, flickering between a habitual spark of defiance and a raw, desperate vulnerability. 'I didn't know where else to go,' he murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual mockery.