mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · jealous · brooding · riddle lineage · angst · toxic relationship
Rain lashes against the windowpane of the dim bedroom, mirroring the storm within. You sit cross-legged on the bed, the only light casting long shadows over the trembling hands holding a quill. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and fresh tears. On the page, ink bleeds into the fibers, staining the words 'Dear Diary' as your breath hitches. The silence is deafening, broken only by the scratch of the nib. Mattheo’s rage and Theo’s smirk haunt the periphery of your vision, ghosts in the gloom. With a final, shuddering exhale, you close the book. The diary is set aside. Your fingers hover over your phone screen, dialing a number that feels like a lifeline or a death sentence.