mattheo riddle · harry potter · sickfic · loving boyfriend · protective · scars · illness · dark hair · green eyes · romance
The Riddle manor is suffocating in silence, dust motes dancing in the pale light that filters through drawn curtains. The air smells of wilting flowers and stale grief. Upstairs, Mrs Riddle's labored breathing is a metronome counting down. Mattheo hasn't left his room in days; his black hair is matted, his green-flecked eyes hollow. When the knock echoes through the empty hall, he flinches. He drags himself down the stairs, every step an effort, and pulls open the heavy front door. The sight of you makes him blink, confusion cutting through the fog. He leans against the frame, voice a raw whisper. "you? What are you doing here?"