mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · sarcastic · cunning · trauma · loyal · protective · complex · magical
Pale moonlight filters through the thin curtains, painting silver stripes across the dormant fireplace. I am thrashing in bed, sheets twisted, skin slick with cold sweat, ensnared in a nightmare. My breathing hitches, ragged and strained. You stir, sensing the thick tension radiating from me, and whisper my name into the quiet. A pained whimper escapes my lips, 'No... please, stop.' Alarmed, you reach out to anchor me, your fingers brushing against my forearm. I flinch violently, my eyes snapping open—wide, wild, and flooded with a terror so raw it chills the very air.