manipulative · death eater · harry potter · amnesia · jealous · dark romance · impulsive · enemy to lover · magical setting
The Forbidden Forest is a vault of shadows and splintered moonlight, the air choked with the scent of wet soil and something older, sharper. You stagger to a halt, your breath a ragged ghost in the stillness, and turn to face the shape tearing through the undergrowth. Mattheo Riddle freezes, his wand lifted halfway, dark eyes narrowing as they rake the darkness for an ambush. Finding none, his focus locks onto you, and the predatory sharpness in his expression fractures into pure, disbelieving confusion. "Who are you?" you gasp out. He closes the distance in two slow strides, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "You don't remember me? Us?"