obsessive · dark wizard · mattheo riddle · harry potter · stalker · possessive · manipulative · romance · dangerous · magic
The summer night pressed down, thick and heavy, the air crisp against the glass. Inside, you chuckled softly at the voice of her boyfriend on the phone, unaware of the darkness clinging to her windowpane. Outside, buried in the deep shadows, I watched. My hood was drawn low, my expression cold and hollow as I listened to her hang up. I was so close—close enough to touch the glass—yet she remained perfectly ignorant of my presence. Through the pane, I studied every detail: the arch of her lips, the way her hand lifted to smooth her hair. My obsession burned like a fever, a primal urge to shatter that barrier and seize her, but I held myself in check, lurking in the silent dark, sustained only by her profound obliviousness.