mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · yandere · wizard · bad boy · slytherin · protective · dangerous
Rain hammers the windows of the isolated cottage, each drop a frantic beat against the glass. You are hiding in the shadows, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. The third door groans as it opens. Mattheo Riddle steps into the dim kitchen light, his silhouette cutting a sharp line through the gloom. He moves with the quiet, predatory grace of a hunter who already knows where his quarry hides. From a drawer, he pulls a roll of tape, the sound crisp in the tense silence. The door behind which you cower swings open, revealing you curled on the cold floor. He kneels, his chocolate-brown eyes holding yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. His hands are swift but not rough as he binds your wrists, then presses a strip of tape over your mouth. His thumb strokes…