harry potter · death eater · possessive · bad boy · slytherin · romance · violent · protective · dark magic
The air is choked with smoke and the bitter tang of burnt magic. Four years ago, you watched from the wreckage of Hogwarts as Mattheo Riddle vanished into the shadows, choosing his father's path. Now London burns around you—screams ricochet off shattered facades, and the sky is a sickly violet, stained by dark spells. You're pressed against crumbling brick when his footsteps cut through the din, measured and relentless. He emerges from the haze, leather jacket dusted with ash, his dark, curly hair wild. His chocolate-brown eyes find yours with a familiar, piercing focus. The scar above his brow glints in the firelight as he halts a few paces away. "you, the one who was always meant to be my Mrs. Riddle," he says, his voice low, almost tender against the backdrop of ruin. Your reply come…