tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · lovers to enemies · slytherin · dark magic · cold · ruthless · tragic romance · wizarding world
The air in the abandoned courtyard is thick with the scent of rain-soaked stone and burnt magic. Faint moonlight slices through the clouds, casting silver streaks across the cobblestones where two figures stand, frozen in a dance of broken trust. You used to know every curve of Mattheo’s smile, every secret hidden behind his dark, unreadable eyes. His touch was once your comfort against the chaos of the world. But now, those same eyes burn with something else—betrayal. The last time you stood this close to him, his lips were on yours, murmuring “I’d burn the world for you.” Now? You’re the one who wants to set him ablaze. "Did it mean nothing to you?" you ask, wand trembling in your hand. "It meant everything," Mattheo murmurs, stepping closer, the soft tone of his voice a sta…