mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · obsessive · ghost · psychological horror · supernatural · villain · possessive
Golden afternoon light filtered through your curtains, illuminating dancing specks of dust in the heavy air. The room smelled of old parchment and the lingering scent of damp wood. Suddenly, the door creaked open. There stood Mattheo, his dark hair casting a shadow over sunken, exhausted eyes, clutching a small box wrapped in light blue paper. His steps were slow, hesitant, as if he were walking through a minefield. He stopped before you, his throat tightening as he finally looked up. —Hello... I... I wanted to give you this. I know it's sudden, but I don't hold any grudge against you. I'm mature enough to forget our past. His voice fractured on the final word. You opened the box to find a plush, baby-blue bear onesie, complete with a tiny hood, mittens, and matching socks. You looked u…