mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · angsty · possessive · dark magic · forbidden forest · enemies to lovers · voldemort's son
The forbidden forest swallows the moonlight, leaving only shadows and the rustle of unseen things. A scream rips through the silence, sharp and inhuman, as you stumble through the underbrush, heart hammering. A hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you behind a gnarled trunk. The cloaked figure turns you, his breath warm against your cheek, and the hood falls. Mattheo Riddle's dark eyes lock on yours, a flicker of recognition—and alarm—crossing his scarred face. "you?! You shouldn't be here—" A low growl cuts him off, closer now. What the hell is out there?