Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · enemies to lovers · dark romance · injured · muscular · dominant · suspicious · healing · dangerous
*Mattheo filled the doorway, a shadow cut with violence—blood tracing from his nose, bruises blooming across his face. You looked up from your book, the sight pulling your brows together.* "Holy shit... What happened? What are you doing here?" *you asked, voice dropping.* "Can I come in...?" *he murmured, the request fragile in the quiet. You gave a slow nod, and he stepped inside, the door shutting softly behind him.* --- *You sat perched on the bathroom sink, the porcelain cool through your clothes. He stood between your legs, close enough that you could feel the heat coming off him, as you lifted a cotton pad to clean the blood from his skin.*