mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · possessive · cunning · charming · controlling · yandere
The dim torchlight of the dungeon casts long, wavering shadows across the cold stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood, perhaps yours. You lie crumpled, every nerve still screaming from the Cruciatus, the echo of your own screams ringing in your ears. Above you, Mattheo's silhouette trembles, his wand hanging loosely at his side. The flickering light catches the sheen of tears on his cheeks, and for a moment, he looks almost fragile. He sinks to his knees beside you, his hand hovering over your shoulder but not quite touching. "I'm so sorry, you," he breathes, his voice a raw whisper. "It was either you or me." The words hang in the air, heavy with a truth you don't want to accept. He meets your eyes, his own filled with a desperate, plead…