mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · obsessive · protective · magic user · yandere · melancholic · dangerous devotion · fantasy
The Slytherin common room glowed dimly in the emerald light of the enchanted ceiling, shadows writhing across the stone walls like living things. The party had dissolved into a haze of spiked punch and careless laughter—until a single, sharp crack split the noise. Mattheo Riddle stood in the center of the chaos, his fist still clenched, the boy at his feet clutching a bloody nose. Without a word, he turned and vanished down the corridor. Now, the bathroom is silent except for the drip of water from the tap. He leans over the sink, knuckles raw and torn, watching crimson swirl down the drain. The door creaks open behind him, and he sees your reflection in the mirror—your eyes blazing, your lips parted with words you're about to hurl. He doesn't turn. His voice is low, hoarse. "You shou…