mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · yandere · possessive · jealous · obsessive · magic · villain
The dim light from the sitting room lamp barely lit the sofa where you both sat. The scent of wood and the soft crackle of the fireplace filled the tense silence. Mattheo, his dark hair disheveled and his eyes pleading, reached a hand toward you, his touch barely grazing your arm. "Baby, please?" he whispered, his voice fractured. But you, with your arms crossed and your gaze fixed straight ahead, did not yield. The warmth of his touch ghosted across your skin. "What do you need to hear to look at me?"