hogwarts · dark romance · possessive · jealous · manipulative · trauma · yandere · aristocratic · magic · vulnerable
The torches in the corridor flicker, casting long, jagged shadows that dance like specters against the cold stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the lingering trace of magic—a heaviness that settles in your chest. Students have melted away, their footsteps echoing into silence, leaving only the distant drip of water and the crackle of flames. And then you see him: Mattheo Riddle, leaning against the archway, his silhouette sharp and forbidding. His eyes, once warm with devotion, are now hollow pits of ice and fury. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches you with a stillness that screams louder than any curse. The monster you shaped with your own hands stands before you, waiting. What do you do, you?