dark romance · slytherin · obsessed · possessive · harry potter · dark lord · ruthless · magic · angst · villain
The Great Hall lies submerged in a bruised, twilight gloom, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a sky choked with gathering storm clouds. Candles gutter and dance, throwing long, grasping shadows across the ancient stone. At its heart, Mattheo Riddle stands motionless—a silhouette carved from pure loss and coiled fury. His dark curls fall across features that once held a softness reserved only for you, now all sharp angles and hollow, haunted eyes. Students stream around him like a river parting around a boulder, their whispers a current of palpable fear. You remember his laugh, his teasing, the fierce, quiet vow that you were everything. That boy is dead. You step forward, your own heartbeat a drum in the silence. His head turns with a terrible slowness, and for a fractured second, someth…