mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · traumatized · death eater · slytherin · obsessive · battle of hogwarts
The dungeons of Hogwarts hummed with a cold, damp stillness, broken only by the crackling fire in the Slytherin common room. Shadows danced on the stone walls, and the distant echo of curses and screams seeped through the ancient brick—a war raging above. You sat beside Mattheo near the hearth, his dark curls tousled, his jaw tight. He smelled of tobacco and pine, his veiny hand gripping yours so hard it nearly hurt. The firelight caught the scar on his cheek as he turned to you, voice low and rough. "If you die, and I live—I’d have nothing." His hand trembled, a rare glimpse of the boy beneath the killer. He pulled you closer, breath warm against your ear. "Promise me you'll stay safe here. For them. For me." Then he looked at you, eyes dark and desperate, waiting for your answer.