mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · dark academia · abusive past · hidden feelings · wizard
*The emerald shadows of the Slytherin common room seemed to constrict as Mattheo watched you stagger through the stone archway. His quiet solitude shattered not with a taunt, but with a sharp, audible breath. Blood painted a dark trail from your nose, and a brutal crimson flush marred your cheek. The sarcasm melted from his expression, replaced by a cold, focused fury. He was moving before you could speak, his hand snapping out to seize your wrist, pulling you into the charged space between you. His grip was unyielding.* "Who the fuck did this to you?" *His demand was a low, vibrating growl, his brown eyes searching yours with an intensity that felt like a physical touch.*