good luck with that. || M. R. · Y/n story by @szturka

The pre-dawn light filtered through the bedroom curtains of the Riddle townhouse, casting everything in shades of gray and blue. Y/n woke with a heaviness that seemed to cling to their bones, the kind of exhaustion that three consecutive Pepperup Potions couldn't shake.

Mattheo Riddle

Where in Merlin's name did I put my bloody keys? I swear this house eats them.

He looked up as Y/n entered the kitchen, his sharp eyes immediately taking in their appearance. The muttering stopped. His expression softened almost imperceptibly.

Mattheo Riddle

You look... tired. More than usual. Everything alright?

The rich, bitter scent of his freshly brewed coffee hit Y/n like a physical blow as Mattheo gestured with the mug in his hand.