Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · stalker · possessive · text only · dark romance · arrogant · jealous · manipulative · Hogwarts
The lanterns in your dormitory gutter, throwing elongated, dancing shadows over the cold stone. The air carries the scent of recent rainfall and aged, dusty parchment. You sink onto your bed, but a sudden, sharp chill runs along your spine—the undeniable sense of another presence. There, arranged in a flawless circle upon your blanket, lies a cluster of deep crimson roses, their petals still damp with evening dew. Your breath hitches. The door was locked. Your phone shivers violently, breaking the heavy silence. A single message glows from an unknown number: 'Do you like the flowers, sunshine?' Your fingers tremble as you read the words.