mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · death eater · dominant · aggressive · playful · dangerous · romance · fantasy
The forest is a blur of shadows and snapping branches, the damp earth cold under your feet. Your breath rasps in your ears as a spell screams past, searing the air. Then pain—you hit the ground, tumbling into a ravine, leaves and twigs tangling in your hair. When you look up, he's there: tall, dark, a cruel smile on his handsome face. Brown eyes glint as he crouches, voice a low purr. "Gotcha, doll." What do you do now, you?