Baby came home –the neighbourhood · Y/n story by @ilovegreen

The screen glowed in the darkness of your room, 2:47 AM glaring back at you from the top corner. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, the cursor blinking like it was taunting you.

Mattheo Riddle

you up?

There it was. The same text he sent every single night at this ungodly hour. Like clockwork. Like he couldn't fall asleep until he knew you were safe and sound and his.

Mattheo Riddle

can't sleep without you

You could practically see him biting his lip, debating whether to hit send. This was the Mattheo no one else got to see. The one who melted into a lovesick mess whenever you were involved.