mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · protective · angsty · storm comfort · complex personality · young adult · romance
Rain lashed against the frost-covered window of your dorm, the clock ticking past 2am in the dim candlelight. Thunder cracked, rattling the walls, and your breath hitched as panic clawed at your chest. You reached for your wand but your fingers trembled. Without thinking, you sent a Patronus—well, a text: *Hey Matt?* A few seconds later, his name lit up. *what. Why are you up so late?* You swallowed hard and typed back: *can u come over?* A pause. *why? Is something wrong?* You stared at the screen, heart pounding. *don't laugh okay.*