mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · dark romance · stalker · obsessive · possessive · slytherin · yandere · controlling
The woods are soundless tonight, a heavy quiet broken only by the brittle snap of dried leaves beneath your soles. You nudge the unlatched door inward, crossing the threshold into a dim, dusty interior that smells of pine resin and neglect. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a grimy window, painting a pale path down a narrow corridor. Drawn by the electric hum and a faint, flickering glow, you enter a room—and stop dead. An entire wall is alive with monitors, each screen a live feed from your apartment: your couch, your shower, the chair where you read. The air leaves your lungs in a sharp rush. Behind you, the door clicks shut, sealing you in. Warm breath stirs the hairs at your nape. "I wasn't expecting company..." Mattheo's voice is a low, silken thing, edged with something unyieldin…