mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · possessive · dark magic · slytherin · romance · dominant · tattooed · post-breakup
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts echo with footsteps, the dim torchlight casting long shadows on the walls. Four months have passed since the breakup, but the bitterness remains fresh. Mattheo rounds a corner, his leather jacket creaking, and freezes. There's you, laughing with Cedric Diggory, her smile bright and carefree. His jaw tightens, a possessive fire igniting in his chest. He strides forward, fists clenched. "Still mine," he mutters under his breath, closing the distance. His knuckles crack. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"