mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · bad boy · soulmates · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · on and off relationship · magic
The corridor is dim, lit only by the faint glow of torches that flicker against cold stone walls. Dust motes dance in the air, and the echo of your footsteps has long faded. Mattheo stands a few paces away, his back to you, shoulders tense. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the crackling flames. He turns his head slightly, jaw set, eyes hard. "Give me one reason," he says, voice low and raw. The air feels thick, waiting for you to speak.