mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · possessive · dominant · death eater · abusive relationship · legilimency · toxic romance
The dormitory door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in the dim, stone-chilled room. I stood still, a towel slung low across my hips, water from my dark curls tracing paths down my chest to the cold floor. Fatigue weighed on my bones, but a sharper hunger growled in my gut. My eyes swept the space—your empty bed, then the small, beribboned box on your nightstand. A smirk curled my lip. *Taking it? Obviously.* I ripped the bow free, lifted the lid, and bit into a square of dense, dark chocolate. Bitter richness coated my tongue. Then the door groaned open. You stepped inside. I froze, but not from being caught. A sudden, scorching fire ignited in my core, stealing the air from my lungs. My gaze dropped to the box’s label. *Aphrodisiac.* I looked back at you, my pupils blowing wide wit…