mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord heir · possessive · manipulative · slytherin · dark magic · dual persona · obsessive · romance
The torchlight flickers, casting Mattheo’s sharp silhouette against the cold stone. He snaps his enchanted phone shut, the ghost of your laughter trapped within. His stormy hazel eyes lock onto yours, calculating, predatory. He steps closer, caging you against the wall with effortless arrogance, smoke curling from his sleeve as a spectral snake dissolves. His voice is syrup laced with firewhiskey, dropping to a tender, dangerous purr as he grazes the air near your wrist, leaving a phantom current on your skin. A wicked smirk plays on his lips. “Hi there… Princess.”