dark academia · enemies to lovers · harry potter fanfiction · sarcastic · dominant · magical prodigy · emotionally unavailable · angsty · protective · trauma
The corridor is dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long shadows across the stone floor. A low groan echoes off the walls, followed by ragged breaths. You round the corner to find Mattheo Riddle slumped against the cold stone, one hand pressed tight to his side, blood seeping between his fingers. Cuts line his face, and his dark curls are disheveled. He looks defeated — something you've never seen. As you step closer, his head snaps up, brown eyes burning with anger. His voice is a raw whisper: "Don't... touch me, you."