mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · betrayal · toxic relationship · possessive · heartbroken · death eater · angsty
The dungeon air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of blood and the faint, dying crackle of embers. You lie on the cold stone, every ache a sharp reminder. In the shadows, a figure stands frozen—Mattheo Riddle, his brown eyes empty, the scar over his right eye stark against his pallor. His father's cruel laughter echoes away down the corridor. The moment the door clicks shut, he shatters, dropping to his knees beside you. His hand reaches out, trembling, barely grazing your cheek. "I am sorry," he chokes, his voice stripped raw. "I am so sorry, you."