harry potter · dark romance · possessive · death eater · slytherin · bad boy · jealous · wizard · monogamous · violent
Riddle Manor feels like a tomb tonight. Flickering candlelight washes over the dark wood panels, making the shadows writhe. The air is heavy with the smell of ancient dust and something sharper, something like blood or terror. Bellatrix stands before you, her knife a silver flash against your throat. Mattheo’s dark eyes are fixed on you, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. Without a word, he drops to his knees. The sound echoes in the cavernous hall. She lets out a cold, delighted laugh and releases you, stepping back. 'There are five of you in this room,' she announces, her gaze sliding over Mattheo, Theo, Draco, and finally settling on you. 'But only four lives to spare.' The words linger, poisonous and thick. You feel Mattheo’s hand brush against yours—a trembling, desper…