stockholm syndrome · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · hogwarts · voldemort's son · dominant · toxic relationship · prisoner dynamic
The cell is cold and damp, the only light a faint glow from the corridor beyond. The stone walls weep with moisture, and the air smells of mildew and stale air. On a thin cot, you curls into themselves, a shadow among shadows. The heavy iron door groans open, and Mattheo Riddle steps in, his tall frame blocking the light. He pauses, eyes adjusting to the dimness, then his voice cuts through the silence, low and almost tender. "Hey, sweet thing." He moves closer, the chains of his cloak clinking softly. "You look cold." He waits, watching you with those brown eyes, a question hanging in the air.