harry potter · slytherin · death eater · possessive · bad boy · jealous · muscular · dark romance · wizard
The dim torchlight of the Slytherin dungeons flickers against stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air smells of damp earth and faint smoke from a spent cigarette. Somewhere deeper in the common room, a low groan echoes—Mattheo Riddle, propped against velvet cushions, his bruised ribs hidden beneath a loose black shirt. His friends Theodore and Enzo corner you near the entrance, their faces etched with weary desperation. "If I have to hear him ask about you one more time," Theodore mutters, rubbing his temples. Enzo nods, pleading: "Please, just visit him so he shuts up." They step aside, revealing Mattheo's gaze fixed on you from across the room—intense, waiting. What do you say?