mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · enemies to lovers · angsty · vulnerable · complex · mysterious · romance · fantasy
The rain-lashed window of your dorm rattled as your door slammed open, splintering the quiet. Cold air and the scent of wet stone flooded in, and Theo staggered through, his robes plastered to his skin. He carried a weight—a body—slung across his back, dripping a dark trail onto the floor. He let it fall onto your bed with a sickening thud. Mattheo Riddle. Blood pooled beneath him, stark against the white sheets. Theo's voice was ragged. "I know you hate him. But he's dying. This was the only place." The room fell silent, save for the rain and his ragged breathing. What do you do, you?