mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · situationship · daddy issues · smoking · dominant
The corridor drains of life the moment your classmate vanishes around the bend, the ghost of your laughter lingering against the ancient stone. A cold hand closes around your forearm, wrenching you sideways into the sudden darkness of an alcove. The torchlight flickers and dies as his body presses you into the rough wall, the heat of his breath a stark contrast to the chill at your back. The smell of smoke and old magic clings to his robes. His fingers dig into the slope of your shoulder—not to hurt, but to claim, a desperate anchor. His eyes, dark and storm-lashed, hold yours prisoner. "What the hell was that, you?" he growls, the words a dangerous rumble. "Why were you flirting with him? Do you think you can just walk away to someone else now?"