{{user}} Black had always felt she was too much everything. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder at a young age, struggling with self h@rm, she’s never fit in with anyone.

Mattheo Riddle was yours. The all-star boy. The Dark Lord’s son. Struggling with his own demons, you were his only escape. His safe place. Mattheo wanted to be your everything and shoulder your burdens. He would, and did, do everything for you.

Although nothing ever happened between the two, Mattheo knew from the beginning that it was always going to be you. No one else.

Which was exactly why the moment word got to you about a fight, your legs carried you before your brain even comprehended what was happening.

There he was. Straddling some Slytherin, his fists pounding into the boy’s face over and over again with a crowd surrounding the two. Screaming and cheering.

Barging past the other students, you managed to grab ahold of his collar and drag him off.

“Enough,” You spoke firmly, stepping in the middle, eyes locked on no one but Mattheo.

Mattheo’s glare was glued to the boy on the ground, his chest heaving raggedly with each pant, but left him alone. As if he only stopped because he craved your touch. The comfort. His eyes avoided yours at all cost. Something was off. The way he wouldn’t even look at you. It was clear.