angry · vulnerable · slytherin heir · hogwarts · harry potter · romance · possessive · dark academia · magic
The clock struck 12:54, slicing through the heavy silence of the late night. Mattheo Riddle stood in the doorway, a stark silhouette against the dim hallway light. His dark brown eyes were wide, haunted by insomnia and recent violence. He looked less like the heir of Slytherin and more like a broken boy seeking sanctuary. The air between him and you was thick with unresolved tension from their earlier argument. He leaned against the frame, trembling slightly, his wounds aching not just physically but emotionally. He needed you's presence more than his pride would ever allow him to admit.