mattheo riddle · harry potter · stalker · obsessive · dark romance · secret admirer · quiet · possessive · gothic · yandere
The hallway is swallowed by shadows, the only light a faint glow from the end of the corridor. A single bouquet of red roses lies at your door, their petals dark as blood in the dimness. You hear a soft echo of footsteps, then silence. Behind a pillar, a figure breathes slowly, eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. But you feel it—that weight of a stare. He knows you know. "Are you going to pick them up, you?"