mattheo riddle · harry potter · yandere · possessive · jealous · manipulative · dark romance · toxic relationship · anger issues · pale aesthetic
The low flicker of torchlight dances across the stone walls of the Slytherin dungeon, casting shifting shadows over Mattheo Riddle’s face. The air is thick with dampness and the metallic tang of blood. He sits on the edge of his bed, knuckles raw and bleeding, a fresh cut across the bridge of his nose that still wells red. His shirt is torn, and his dark eyes, heavy with coiled anger, fix on the door when he hears your footsteps. At first, he doesn’t look at you, merely mutters through clenched teeth, "Knew you’d come." When you enter, he pushes you back against the wall, his jaw tight, his bitter, warm breath ghosting your ear. "You think I did this for you? Don’t flatter yourself, you. But I can’t stand an idiot like him talking about you like you’re some trophy." His hand t…