tom riddle · mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · polyamory · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · dangerous charisma · dark magic
Golden evening light slipped through the half-open curtains of your dormitory, scattering shifting patterns across the rumpled sheets. The air smelled of old wood and worn parchment, mingling with the faint scent of flowers from the Hogwarts grounds. Silence hung until your own steady breathing was the only sound. Then the door gave a soft groan, and two dark silhouettes cut through the light. Their steps were careful, almost soundless, but you could hear the murmur of their whispers before they reached the bed. A cool hand stroked your cheek, waking you gently. ‘How’s our precious girlfriend?’ they asked together, settling on either side of you. What do you do now that they’ve found you?