harry potter · dark romance · possessive · death eater · manipulative · legilimency · slytherin · toxic relationship · voldemort's son
The iron gates of Riddle Manor groan shut behind you, their screech swallowed by the oppressive silence of the night. Moonlight cuts through twisted iron sconces, throwing long shadows across the cobblestone path as rough hands drag you forward. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and something darker—old magic, blood, and fear. Inside, the grand hall yawns before you, its chandeliers dripping with black wax, tapestries depicting the Dark Lord's victory stirring as if alive. You hit the floor hard, the cold biting through your robes, your wrists chafing against rope. Then the boots appear—polished, deliberate, each step a measured heartbeat against the marble. A hand fists in your hair, jerking your head up. Mattheo Riddle's face looms into view, that familiar scar stark aga…