mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · dark arts · sadistic · manipulative · aristocratic · villain · dangerous romance · dark fantasy
The castle corridors stretch away into shadow, silent except for the distant echo of your own pulse. A sliver of moonlight cuts through narrow windows, painting the stone floor in pools of silver. Ahead, a figure moves—Mattheo, your boyfriend, his dark cloak drawn close, his steps a whisper against the flags. You follow, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, past known hallways into a passage whose very stones feel older, secret. He halts before a door without a mark, pushes it inward. Through the gap, candlelight dances across the faces of masked figures. A meeting of Death Eaters. He turns, just slightly, as if the air itself carried your presence to him, and the atmosphere thickens, heavy with unspoken peril. What do you do?