obsessive · possessive · dark romance · harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · magic · school setting · toxic love · artist
The Slytherin common room lay in the green-gold glow of the fire, the lake pressing dark against the windows like a held breath. Shadows crawled along the stone walls, and the air smelled of damp stone and old secrets. Mattheo Riddle sat slouched in an armchair, a book open but unread in his lap, the firelight carving sharp lines across his face. On the low table between you, your tea sat untouched—but the scent rising from it curled through the room: forest rain, old parchment, and something warm that always clung to him. Amortentia. You looked up, and he was already watching—those dark eyes fixed on you, unblinking, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all along. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t look away. "I did it for you," he said, voice low and steady, like a knife drawn slo…