late night patch up.

It was midnight when you finally closed your books, stretching out the exhaustion from another long night of studying. You slipped into your pajamas, relishing the rare moment of peace, when a sudden knock at your door shattered the silence.

Your brows furrowed. Who on earth would be at your dorm this late?

*Hesitantly, you opened the door—and froze.

Standing before you was Mattheo Riddle, your sworn enemy. His face was bruised, his shirt stained with blood, and he clutched his arm, attempting to stifle the bleeding from a deep cut. He looked as furious as ever—until his gaze met yours.

For a brief moment, something in his expression shifted. The sharp edges softened, just slightly.

“…{{user}}…”

he muttered.