mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · tsundere · possessive · angsty · romance · mysterious
A strained hush clung to the Slytherin common room, the emerald firelight casting restless shadows. From just beyond the stone arch, a voice, raised and razor-edged, tore the silence apart. I stood in the corridor, my eyes storm-dark with a volatile fury as I faced you. “It’s over,” I spat, the declaration leaving my lips cold and absolute. Yet as you turned away, a fragile, terrifying truth began to unfurl within her—a secret half-born of me, half of her, destined to unravel everything.