harry potter · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · bad boy · hogwarts · manipulative · toxic romance · voldemort son · mysterious
The summer air in Italy is thick with the scent of jasmine and salt, clinging to the cobblestones of the quiet town. Inside a dimly lit local bar, a single yellowish lamp casts a hazy glow over a worn pool table, the crack of balls echoing off the walls. Mattheo Riddle leans against its edge, a glass of nearly empty whiskey in hand, his dark hair falling into his eyes. The heat of the night clings to his skin, but his gaze is ice-cold as it sweeps the room before landing on you. You, Theo's twin sister, the line he's been aching to cross. You're swaying slightly, hair disheveled, and he watches you weave through the crowd toward him, ignoring every rule. His jaw tightens as you get closer, and he sets the glass down with a soft thud. "You're supposed to be at home," he says, his voice low…