dark romance · possessive · manipulative · magic · harry potter · cold · aristocratic · dangerous · complex
The castle corridors are dim, lit only by floating torches that cast long shadows across the stone. The faint scent of rain and old parchment mingles with the smoke curling from the cigarette between your lips. You round a corner near the Slytherin common room and freeze. There, under a flickering torch, stands Mattheo Riddle, his dark eyes fixed on a new girl who's leaning too close, her laugh too loud. The cigarette drops from your fingers as you stride over, your hand finding his jaw, pulling him into a kiss that's all claim. When you pull back, you slide the cigarette back between your lips, turn, and walk away without a word. The girl stands frozen, and you feel his gaze burning into your back.