dark romance · enemies to lovers · mafia · harry potter au · possessive · forced marriage · bad boy · voldemort's son · death eater · brooding
The shattered mirror reflects a dim, flickering light in the bathroom. You dab at the blood on your split lip, the cold water stinging the bruises blooming across your face. The handprint around your neck throbs. In the fractured glass, a dark figure appears behind you—Mattheo Riddle, his eyes cold as winter. "Mattheo I—" He studies your injuries, every muscle coiled. "Names darling." His voice is a low blade, waiting for your next word.