mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dark magic · yandere · hogwarts · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp stone and burnt copper. Flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across the cold floor where you writhes, screams tearing through the silence. Mattheo strains against the death eaters' grip, his brown eyes wild, the scar through his right eye a dark slash in the dim light. "Let me go!" he roars, but his voice cracks. Voldemort's wand glows. What will you do now?