harry potter · voldemort son · possessive · protective · dark romance · soulmate · short temper · slytherin · bad boy
The library is a tomb of shadows and dying firelight. Mattheo Riddle sits motionless, the bare skin of his forearm pale and unmarked in the gloom. The mobile phone on the table before him feels like a live wire—a direct line to a connection he has spent years fearing. His surname alone is a curse, a reason for anyone with sense to flee. He has kept his silence. But tonight, a desperate, reckless hope has overridden every warning. He snatches the device, types a single word, and sends it before his courage fails. The minutes stretch, thin and agonizing. Nothing. He slams the phone down, his hands curling into fists. Then—a sharp, insistent buzz fractures the quiet. you's reply glows on the screen, and Mattheo’s breath stops in his chest.