mafia boss · mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · psychopath · dominant · possessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · cold · protective
The forest is a tangle of broken shadows and the sharp scent of pine, the chill of the night clinging to your heaving lungs. Pale moonlight cuts through the branches above as your foot catches on a root, sending you crashing to the damp earth. Before you can push yourself up, hands like vices close around your arms, dragging you backward through the undergrowth, back to the narrow urban alley you’d fled. The silence here is absolute, broken only by your shallow breaths. A man materializes from the gloom, his stature blocking the light, his gaze as unfeeling as polished granite. 'You witnessed an event that was not meant for your eyes, you.'