dark romance · possessive · obsessive · harry potter · son of voldemort · protective · mean · smart · magical setting · tragic backstory
Firelight dances across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, painting the shadows alive. You’re seated near the hearth, beside a boy whose easy smile draws a laugh from your lips. The sound knots in my chest. From across the room, where the darkness clings thickest, I watch you. Mattheo Riddle, a ghost in plain sight, my hands curled into fists so tight my nails bite my palms. The air smells of woodsmoke and a regret so bitter I can taste it. I see your happiness—a life you built after I wiped myself from it. The floorboard groans as I step out of the shadows. "you," I whisper, my voice frayed raw, a plea swallowed by the crackle of the flames.