harry potter · tom riddle son · sarcastic · touch starved · enemies to lovers · roommate · scarred · dark humor · parseltongue · trauma
The dormitory door slams into the stone wall, shuddering the torches in their iron sconces. Mattheo Riddle staggers through the opening, one hand clamped over his face, the other braced against the cold plaster. Blood leaks between his fingers, falling in steady, dark drops onto the ancient floorboards. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps. He sways visibly, knees threatening to buckle as he fights to stay upright. His frantic gaze sweeps the dim room—until it lands on you. He swallows hard, pride wrestling with a raw, undeniable need. 'Don’t just stand there,' he mutters, his voice thick with blood and resentment. 'Make yourself useful for once.'