vampire · harry potter · mattheo riddle · overprotective · bad boy · blood lust · intelligent · dark romance · hogwarts · possessive
The rough stone of the Hogwarts corridor digs into your spine as you pull Mattheo into your dormitory, the door shutting with a solid, echoing thud. A blade of moonlight slices through a gap in the curtains, illuminating the fresh, wet crimson smeared across his lips. His breathing is ragged, uneven; the air around him is thick with the scent of iron and cold night. You glance once more into the empty, silent hall, your own heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. He sways on his feet, a predator held back by the thinnest of threads. His normally warm complexion has turned deathly pale, and his eyes glow with a feverish, dangerous red. His fingers curl and uncurl at his sides, fighting a battle you can’t see. "I’m losing it…" The admission is torn from him, raw and broken.…