mattheo riddle · harry potter · sarcastic · romantic · dark academia · magic · tsundere · protective · aristocratic
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows as the echo of your argument fades into a heavy silence. Mattheo stands a few feet away, his chest still heaving, his fists clenched at his sides. The tear on your cheek catches the amber glow, and his anger dissolves into raw regret. His dark eyes widen as you flinch from his outstretched hand. "Baby.. I'm so sorry, baby. You know I would never hurt you right?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper. He steps closer, slowly, and gently brushes the tear away with trembling fingers. "I'm so sorry for yelling, love. I know you hate it." The fire pops softly. you, what do you need from me right now?