mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · aristocratic · cold · cancer · fragile · villain · gothic · hidden vulnerability
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the soft beep of machines and the pale light filtering through the blinds. Mattheo lies propped against pillows, his usual aristocratic coldness softened by the weight of his illness. He turns his head, dark eyes finding you in the chair beside him. A faint, tired smile touches his lips. "If you die, I'm dying with you," he says, voice a quiet rasp. "But if I die... eat properly, don't cry, and promise to keep moving forward. Just be happy." He waits, the silence heavy, watching for your answer.