harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · possessive · arrogant · manipulative · dominant · death eater · romance
The Black Lake glimmers under the pale afternoon sun, its surface a mirror of silver and grey. On a stone bench near the water, you sit alone, the cold seeping through your robes as you twist a charm bracelet between your fingers. The air smells of damp earth and salt, and the only sound is the gentle lapping of waves. Footsteps crunch on gravel behind you. You turn to find Mattheo Riddle, sharp features half-shadowed, holding an open jewelry box. Inside, a blue moon charm catches the light—enchanted to shift through its phases. He meets your gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know I went all the way to the muggle world for this damn thing." His tone is cool, but there's a flicker of something warmer beneath it. What do you say?