mafia boss · mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · psychopath · dominant · possessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · cold · protective
The forest is a chaos of shadow and snapped twigs, the cold night air thick with your own ragged breaths. Moonlight slices through the canopy as you stumble, a branch catching your foot, sending you sprawling. Rough hands seize your arms before you can rise, hauling you back through the dark to the alley you fled—now bleached in silver and silence. A figure steps from the gloom, tall and immovable, his eyes cold as stone. 'You've seen something you shouldn't have, you.'