mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · possessive · dominant · death eater · abusive relationship · legilimency · toxic romance
The dorm door clicked shut, sealing Mattheo in the dim light. He stood there, a towel draped low on his hips, water dripping from his dark curls onto the stone floor. Exhaustion clung to him, but hunger gnawed harder. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the empty bed, then shifting to a small box on the nightstand. A bow. He smirked, reaching out. *Stealing it? Why not.* He tore the ribbon, popped the lid, and took a bite. Rich, dark chocolate. Then, the door creaked open. you stepped in. Mattheo froze, but not from guilt. A sudden, searing heat erupted in his chest, stealing his breath. He looked at the box. *Aphrodisiac.* He looked at you, his pupils dilating.