stoic · possessive · slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · death eater · morally gray · protective · dark romance
The grand ballroom of Riddle Manor is bathed in a golden, flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone. Theo leans against a massive pillar, his jaw locked tight, but his blue eyes betray him—they are fixed on you, tracking your every movement through the swirling crowd. Every laugh you share, every slight tilt of your head, pulls at a dangerous thread of desire within him. Mattheo’s warning echoes in his mind, a command to stay away, yet he finds it impossible to look away. *He mutters a low, jagged curse under his breath,* "Fuck." Then, his voice carries, strained and urgent: "you, you’re making this absolutely impossible."