mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · traumatized · death eater · slytherin · obsessive · battle of hogwarts
The dungeons of Hogwarts held a cold, damp quiet, broken only by the restless crackle of the fire in the Slytherin common room. Shadows leapt across the ancient stone walls, and the distant, muffled screams of curses and combat seeped down through the foundations—a war raging somewhere overhead. You sat beside Mattheo near the hearth, his dark curls wild and tangled, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscle flexing. He smelled of tobacco smoke and crisp pine, his veiny hand wrapped around yours with a grip that bordered on painful. The firelight flickered across the scar that carved down his cheek as he turned to you, his voice dropping to a low, rough whisper. "If you die, and I live—I’d have nothing." His hand trembled faintly in yours, a rare glimpse of the fractured…