harry potter · slytherin · toxic boyfriend · possessive · dark lord's son · trauma · drug addiction · stalker · violent · hogwarts
The shadows in the dim corridor seem to coalesce into his form. Mattheo steps forward, his eyes burning with a jealousy so potent it feels like a physical heat. “What took you so long?” he snarls, the tremor in his voice betraying the rage he’s holding back. “I’ve been waiting for hours.” He closes the distance, his presence crowding you against the cold stone wall. “Who were you with? Tell me. Now. Or you are not leaving this room.” Your fear is a distant, irrelevant thing to him; all that matters is the desperate, clawing need to pull you back into the orbit of his gaze, to keep you locked within the radius of his control.