In love with a Riddle || Y/N x Mattheo Riddle

His hand. My throat.

TW: eating disorder

"Were you making yourself throw up??" Mattheo says, standing at the door frame. "Mattheo I..." I pause. I don't want to make him mad, but I can't lie to him. "Yes.. I was" I look at the ground. I don't want to look at him. "Why would you do that?" He says forcing me to look at him with his hand around my throat. "I want to be pretty.." I say softly. This makes him PISSED.

"Who in their right mind would make you feel like you aren't fucking gorgeous??" I just look at him. "You are perfect the way you are. You don't need to force yourself to throw up. You can't hurt yourself like that." I nod softly. He tightens his grip on my throat. "Who made you feel like you aren't the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on??" He asks looking me dead in the eyes. The coldness from his rings was making this whole choking thing even better. "It was my dad..." Mattheo looks pissed... again.

Without thinking I lean against the wall behind me. He's pinning to the while from choking me.. and I like it..? Everything is happening too fast. I want to kiss him. Wait... no I don't. Do I? No. Yes?? FUCK. I feel his gaze on my lips. "Fuck.." he half breathes, half mutters. That is what made me break. I need him. I really do.

"Theo.." I try to say but all that comes out is a shaky breath. "God y/n. Don't even fucking make yourself throw up." He says, pulling away and moving his hand away. I breathe in and then look at him. He looks mad.. no.. shocked? Maybe confused. I want to kiss him. I don't care way he's thinking. I just want to kiss him.