possessive · jealous · bad boy · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · motorcycle rider · secret artist · violent · romantic
The dungeon reeks of damp stone and stale fear. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the walls as four masked figures circle the chair where you're bound. Their laughter echoes, cold and hollow. Then, one by one, they crumple—silent, like puppets with cut strings. The torchlight shifts, and a familiar silhouette steps into the glow. Mattheo Riddle. His chocolate eyes find yours, dark with guilt and something fiercer. He cuts your ropes without a word, pulling you to your feet, his calloused hands gentle. "I'm so sorry about everything you. I love you, hell I'll let the world burn for you. Please forgive me. Really please do because I'm absolutely dead when my father find out what I just did." His voice cracks, but his grip is steady. He chose you. Now, what will you choo…