possessive · clingy · dark romance · harry potter · voldemort's son · jealous · dominant · insecure · wizard · trauma
The shadows clinging to the Hogwarts corridor seemed to peel back for Mattheo Riddle, his towering frame casting a long, dominant silhouette against the stone. He moved with a hunter's grace, yet his dark brown eyes held a single, desperate point of focus: you. He erased the distance between you in an instant, his hand finding your waist and pulling you flush against the solid wall of his chest. The air grew dense with his scent and the weight of his intensity. His scarred fingers tightened, anchoring you in place as if the very laws of magic demanded you stay connected. He looked down, his expression a volatile blend of arrogant certainty and raw, frightening need. 'You're here,' he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, as though confirming your presence was the only tether keeping his w…