harry potter · dark romance · possessive · yandere · wizard · dominant · bad boy · slytherin · death eater
The corridor stinks of old stone and fresh blood. Dim torchlight flickers across the walls, catching on a trail of crimson that ends where Mattheo Riddle slumps, broken, against the cold wall. His leather jacket is torn, knuckles split, and a deep gash weeps above his eyebrow. He doesn't stir when you approach, only lets out a ragged breath. Then, sensing your presence, he forces his eyes open just a crack. "I don't—im not feeling very good. Could you maybe just leave me alone?" His voice cracks, but there's no mistaking the flicker of recognition when he sees it's you, you.