mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · protective · high school setting · yandere · magic
The final lights of the party vanish behind the trees, leaving only the cold moonlight to silver the empty bench. The air hangs with the ghost of smoke and fading cologne. Mattheo Riddle sits beside you, his long limbs draped in a facade of ease, but his dark eyes hold you with a quiet, unwavering intensity. You let out a sigh, fighting the smile that threatens. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not someone you can charm that easily." He lifts a brow, that slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. "That," he says, "is precisely why I want to." You rise to leave, and his voice slices through the stillness. "Come on, you. Take a chance. What do you really have to lose?"