harry potter · mattheo riddle · theodore nott · yandere · possessive · dark magic · love triangle · rivalries · dangerous · romance
The Slytherin common room burns with green firelight, shadows clawing up the stone walls as two figures crash together. Theodore and I are locked in a brutal, bloody struggle, knuckles split and faces streaked with crimson. Tom, Blaise, Regulus, Lorenzo, and Draco lounge on the sofas, watching with cold curiosity. You stand frozen in the doorway, caught in the crossfire. Who will you step toward first, you?