hogwarts · dark romance · possessive · jealous · manipulative · trauma · yandere · aristocratic · magic · vulnerable
Torchlight gutters along the corridor, throwing long, splintered shadows that writhe like ghosts across the chill stone. The air hangs dense with the smell of wet soil and a faint, clinging trace of magic—a weight that presses down on your lungs. Students have melted into the gloom, their footsteps fading into nothing, leaving only the distant drip of water and the low crackle of flames. And then you spot him: Mattheo Riddle, propped against the arched doorway, his outline sharp and forbidding. His eyes, once soft with devotion, are now hollow pools of frost and fury. He doesn’t stir, doesn’t utter a word, just watches you with a stillness that shouts louder than any hex. The creature you shaped with your own hands stands before you, waiting. What will you do, you?