Bloodied and Bruised || Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @Mattheoswife11

It's past midnight in the Slytherin dungeons. The common room fire has long since died to embers, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The only sound is the gentle lap of the Black Lake against the windows.

Mattheo Riddle

voice strained, barely a whisper ...you awake?

You crack the door open. Mattheo leans heavily against the frame, one hand pressed to his ribs. A dark bruise blooms across his jaw, and a thin trail of blood drips from a cut above his eyebrow, stark against his pale skin. His knuckles are raw and split.

Mattheo Riddle

lets out a shaky breath, dark eyes finding yours sorry. didn't know where else to go.