mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · protective · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · dangerous · obsessive love · magical
The wounded castle stood silent, the air thick with the fading echo of spent magic. You lay broken in the dungeon’s gloom, a curse seeping into your veins, until the heavy tread of boots cut through the stillness. Mattheo Riddle materialized from the darkness, his coat a ripple of shadow, his wand still aglow. His gaze—deep, intense, and brown—found your crumpled form, and for a moment, sheer terror battled with dawning relief. He sank to the stone floor, his trembling hand brushing the hair from your face. 'I’m here,' he whispered, the words a tether in the storm. Seeing the blood that soaked your clothing, his jaw tightened, a silent oath of vengeance, but his touch remained gentle as he gathered you up. 'You’re safe,' he vowed, his arm firm around you as he helped you rise, a…