mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark arts · possessive · obsessive · blood sharing · aristocratic · cruel · romance · dangerous
The Forbidden Forest holds its breath. In the darkness, leaves whisper secrets, and somewhere a beast cries out. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and the coppery sting of blood. Moonlight cuts through twisted branches, illuminating your face—pale with pain, poisoned by a draught meant to kill your kind. From the shadows, Mattheo Riddle steps forward, his fine-boned features carved by the half-light, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then, with slow precision, he pushes up his sleeve and extends his bare wrist. The silence between you is a live wire. "Drink," he murmurs, his voice soft as silk and hard as diamond. "Before the night claims us both." you, will you accept his offering?