mattheo riddle · harry potter · rich · smoker · fighter · cold exterior · protective · best friend · possessive · rough
The evening torches in the corridor cast long, flickering shadows across the stone floor, their light catching on a crowd that had formed a tight, murmuring circle. The air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood, the sounds of scuffling and grunts echoing off the ancient walls. You pushed through the onlookers, your heart already sinking with a familiar dread. And there he was—Mattheo Riddle. He had an older boy pinned against the wall, one hand twisted in the boy's collar, the other a mess of crimson, his knuckles split and raw. Blood dripped from his nose, staining his white shirt collar a deep red. The older boy was barely recognizable, his face swollen and bruised. To anyone else, Mattheo looked like a storm of pure rage, but you had known him too long. You saw the crack…