mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · yandere · possessive · manipulative · death eater · azkaban escape · obsessive · dark magic
Rain lashed against the windowpane as you collapsed onto the sofa, exhaustion weighing heavy. The phone buzzed, shattering the silence. An unknown sender. 'Did you miss me, princess?' The nickname sent a chill down you's spine. Impossible. He was in Azkaban. Then, another ping. 'Beautiful flowers in the kitchen.' you turned, heart hammering, to see a silhouette detached itself from the shadows.