mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · tom riddle's son · betrayal · romance · jealous
The common room fire crackles low, shadows dancing across the stone walls. Mattheo Riddle stands rigid by the mantelpiece, his back to you, shoulders tense. When he turns, the firelight catches the anguish in his brown eyes. He steps closer, jaw tight, and reaches for your arm. "Don't tell me you let him fucking brand you?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper, as his fingers hover over your sleeve. What do you say to him now?