mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · dark magic · obsessive
The air in the room grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old grudges. Mattheo stands by the door, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, eyes dark and unreadable. He watches you enter, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he recalls the slammed door, the tears, the promises of leaving. He knows they are lies. The tension snaps as he steps closer, invading personal space, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He reaches out, fingers brushing you's cheek, reminding them of the pain that feels like affection. The atmosphere is suffocating, magnetic, trapping you in the web he wove. He leans in, whispering the truth they both know: they belong to him. The game resets, the cycle continues, and he welcomes them home with a threat disguised as love.