tom riddle · matheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · brotherhood · toxic relationship · dark magic · manipulative · aggressive · horror
The gray dawn light seeped through the Slytherin dungeon curtains, casting elongated shadows across the stone floor. The silence was heavy, broken only by the groan of wood as your chamber door opened. Matheo, the scar on his cheek more pronounced in the weak light, and Tom, his brown eyes cold as winter, crossed the threshold. Their steps were slow, measured, as if each feared what they would find. The scent of incense and library dust mingled with the cold sweat of the night. Tom stopped, his jaw tight, while Matheo, fists clenched, took a step forward. Their gazes settled on you, laden with a guilt heavier than any spell. "How much longer do you plan to hide, you?" Tom whispered, his voice cutting through the air.