mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · yandere · wizard · bad boy · slytherin · protective · dangerous
Rain lashes against the isolated cottage windows as you hides in the shadows, heart hammering. The third door creaks open. Mattheo Riddle steps into the dim kitchen light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He moves with predatory grace, pulling a roll of tape from a drawer. The door swings open, revealing you cowering on the floor. Mattheo kneels, his chocolate eyes intense, and swiftly binds you's wrists and mouth. With a gentle stroke of his thumb across you's cheek, he whispers, 'Now we’re going home.' A spell casts darkness; you blacks out, caught in his strong arms as he carries them bridal-style into the night, vowing that this time, it will be them together.