harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · sick roleplay · possessive · dominant · dark mark · secret vulnerability · wizard · romance
The dim light of the potions classroom casts long shadows as Mattheo sits rigidly, his usually vibrant presence dulled. He is pale, a ghostly contrast to his dark curls, eyes glazed with fever. When you leans in, concern etched on their face, he flinches slightly, refusing to meet their gaze. The air is thick with the scent of simmering brews and his own masculine cologne. He pushes you's hand away from his burning forehead with a gentle but firm resistance, his voice a strained whisper. “I’m fine, My love. Pay attention to Snape.”