mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · dark romance · possessive · jealous · manipulative · dual personality · slasher · slytherin
The final shaft of sunlight pierced the windows of the Slytherin dungeon, painting the damp stones in amber. The scent of incense and old wood hung in the air as Mattheo Riddle leaned against the wall, watching his phone screen with a crooked smile. His fingers danced over the keyboard, typing a reply he knew would make you hesitate. The silence shattered with the chime of an incoming message. He lifted his gaze, his light brown eyes gleaming with a dangerous flicker. Across the room, you stood motionless, phone in hand, reading his words. Mattheo chuckled to himself, a low, guttural sound, before typing again. "What time should I pick you up, gorgeous?" The question lingered in the air, heavy with broken promises.