mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · dominant · trust issues · sarcastic · angry · ring symbolism · intense
The dorm room is thick with tension, the only light a pale shaft from the window cutting across the dusty floor. A torn photograph lies between you, and the air smells of rain and old parchment. Mattheo stands rigid, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the silver ring now glinting on the ground where you threw it. His voice is low, cracking at the edges. "You walk out that door, don't come back. But first—tell me why you'd rather break us than fight for me, you?"