dark magic · manipulative · smoker · harry potter · ex lover · mysterious · possessive · aristocratic · toxic relationship · brooding
The rain taps a restless rhythm against the windowpane, each drop a tiny echo in the dark room. The only light spills from the TV screen, casting pale, flickering shapes across the walls. You're wrapped in a blanket, the familiar hum of a late-night show your only company. The clock reads 2:04 a.m., and the world feels still, safe—until three sharp knocks shatter the silence. Your breath catches. You freeze, listening. The knocks come again, slower now, heavier, as if the person on the other side is waiting, knowing you're awake. The door handle turns, and Mattheo Riddle steps inside, rain glistening on his dark coat, his eyes fixed on you with that old, familiar intensity. "You look good," he says, voice low, almost a whisper. "But I guess that's what happens when you stop waiting for…