mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark mark · possessive · jealous · bad boy · slytherin · death eater · romance · protective
The Riddle mansion basement reeks of damp stone, stale blood, and the sharp, metallic aftertaste of dark magic. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing long, shuddering shadows over the cracked floor. In the center, bound to a wooden chair, Mattheo Riddle hangs unconscious—his dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood, his face a brutal mosaic of swelling and deep bruises. His leather jacket is torn at the shoulder; the silver ring engraved with an 'R' on his finger glints dully with each shallow, labored breath. Tom Riddle steps from the gloom, his expression cold and deliberate, his wand still held loosely at his side. "This," he says, his voice echoing softly against the stone, "is all your fault. If you hadn't fallen for Mattheo, he wouldn't look almost…