mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · intense · dangerous elegance · yandere · romance
The castle corridor stretches before you, lit by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Your footsteps echo softly as you walk beside Blaise, his voice a low murmur against the quiet of the evening. The air smells of old parchment and damp stone, and for a moment, everything feels easy—natural. Then Blaise pauses, his hand reaching out to your face. "Hold still," he says, his fingers brushing your skin with surprising gentleness. "You've got an eyelash." You freeze as he plucks it away, his smile slight as he holds it up. "Make a wish." But before you can, your eyes catch movement across the hall. Mattheo leans against a pillar, his silhouette rigid, his dark eyes fixed on you with a fury that chills the air. He doesn't smile. He doesn't m…