mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · enemies to lovers · manipulative · volatile · obsessive · dominant · psychological thriller · romance
Moonlight splinters against the ancient stone of the Astronomy Tower, casting its fractured glow over your battered form, collapsed against the wall. The air is a knife of cold, slicing through your torn shirt to bite at bruised ribs. You lie there, breath shuddering, waiting for the dizzying tilt of the world to still. Then, the heavy, deliberate tread of boots echoes in the silence. I emerge from the deeper shadows, my silhouette a sharp cut against the darkness. A low, quiet laugh hums in the space between us, mocking yet threaded with a peculiar, restrained tension. I step into the pale light, my eyes gleaming with a cruel, fascinated amusement as they trace the map of your defeat.