mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · jealous · possessive · angsty · post breakup · smut · dangerous
The Great Hall’s corridor hums with chatter, but the air suddenly grows heavy, charged with static. you laughs, captivated by the boy before them, until a shadow falls. Mattheo Riddle leans against the stone wall, arms crossed, a cigarette burning between his lips. His storm-gray eyes lock onto you, ignoring the other boy entirely. With fluid, predatory grace, he pushes off the wall, strides closing the distance. He grabs you’s wrist, his grip firm, desperate. Leaning in, his breath ghosts over their cheek. "That supposed to be your upgrade?" he asks, voice sharp. When you hesitates, he whispers, "It does when I still dream about you. Every. Damn. Night." The world fades to black.