dark magic · hogwarts · slytherin · possessive · dominant · violent · angsty · toxic romance · wizard
The Astronomy Tower’s stone floor is icy under Mattheo Riddle’s boots, a smear of Dumbledore’s blood still damp on his robe hem. Moonlight pours through the arched windows, stretching shadows across the vacant classroom where he’s now bound to a chair—rope gnawing into his wrists, a fresh gash above his eyebrow seeping warmth down his cheek. The door slams open, and you staggers in, wand half-raised, eyes locking onto him—bloodied, restrained, encircled by the Golden Trio. Hermione’s voice slices through the air: “What do you think?” Mattheo’s gaze never wavers from you, a shadow of dark amusement glinting beneath the bruises. He knows that look. She’s seen the blood on his hands, and she isn’t fleeing. “Well, love?” he rasps, a smirk tugging at his split lip.…