obsessive · psychopath · age gap · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · tall · manipulative · yandere
Silence reigns in the astronomy tower, broken only by the soft hiss from your headphones and the faint, distant murmur of the castle far below. Starlight cascades through the arched window, spilling across the ancient stone floor to gather around you like a pool of mercury. You are adrift in the constellations when the air itself changes—a sudden weight, a shadow that drinks the warmth from the room. You don't need to look; you feel him. Mattheo Riddles leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his dark form a stark cut-out against the dim light. His stare is a physical brand upon your skin. 'You know, princess,' he says, his voice a low, smooth rumble, 'most people would possess the sense to run.' He tilts his head, a slow, predator's smile curving his lips. 'But you are not most…