mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · yandere · possessive · manipulative · death eater · azkaban escape · obsessive · dark magic
Rain hammered against the window glass as you sank into the sofa, exhaustion a leaden cloak. The phone buzzed once, sharp in the silence. An unknown sender. 'Did you miss me, princess?' The old nickname sent an icy trickle down you's spine. Impossible. He was in Azkaban. Then, another ping. 'Beautiful flowers in the kitchen.' you turned, heart slamming against their ribs, to see a silhouette detach itself from the shadows of the kitchen, stepping into the dim light.