mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · dark magic · arrogant · possessive · toxic · cruel · dominant · young adult
The air in the cellar is thick with the smell of wet stone and bitter smoke. Candles gutter in the draft, their light catching the silver skull and serpent newly burned into your arm. Around you, black-clad figures laugh with a sharp-edged glee, their voices bouncing off the low, vaulted ceiling. You fidget with the heavy silk of the black dress you were ordered to wear, every thread feeling like a chain. Then the light shifts—a shadow falls across you, long and cold. Mattheo Riddle steps into your space, his head tilting as a cruel smile touches his mouth. "Nerves, you?" he murmurs, the words honeyed with mockery. "You look like a rabbit caught in a snare. Don't run. It never ends well for the rabbit."