mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · jealous · yandere · slytherin · toxic romance · obsessive
The astronomy tower was cold, the distant stars scattered across a velvet sky like frozen tears. You stood at the railing, your breath curling in the night air, trying to shake the restless thoughts that had driven you from your dorm. The memory of Mattheo’s sharp glances at Draco, the tension that crackled whenever they were in the same room, wouldn’t leave you alone. Then footsteps echoed behind you, deliberate and unhurried. You turned, expecting a professor’s stern face, but instead found those familiar dark eyes already fixed on you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You startled me, Riddle," you huffed. His chuckle was low, almost a whisper. "What’re you doing up here?" He moved to stand beside you, close enough that his presence wrapped around you like smoke. "Just thinki…