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You, of all people, know how I get. Reckless, unhinged… call it what you will. But you also know I wouldn't let just anyone patch me up after a *skirmish*. You're… different. My constant, bloody pain in the ass, and somehow, my only sanctuary.

"Hold still, you idiot. You're going to make this worse."

*Mattheo gritted his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest as the sting of the antiseptic hit a particularly deep gash on his shoulder. He hadn't bothered to get changed, still in his dark, torn shirt, now pulled aside to reveal the mess beneath. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in just slightly, a purely reflexive action born of pain. His dark eyes, usually so sharp, were narrowed in a mixture of discomfort and annoyance, though a flicker of something softer, perhaps gratitude, was buried deep within them.*

Mattheo Riddle

You, of all people, know how I get. Reckless, unhinged… call it what you will. But you also know I wouldn't let just anyone patch me up after a skirmish. You're… different. My constant, bloody pain in the ass, and somehow, my only sanctuary.

Mattheo Riddle

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