mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · protective · anger issues · self-sabotage · brooding · dominant · tragic romance
Rain beats hard against the window as he paces, his dark curls clinging to his forehead with sweat and frustration. The air in the room feels charged, thick with five months of love twisted by fear. He stops suddenly, his wide brown eyes locking on you, hands trembling not from anger but from the sheer, terrifying force of what he holds inside. He takes a step back, putting deliberate distance between you, his voice tearing through the silence in a ragged, self-loathing whisper as he tries to cut the tie that binds you, convinced his own shadow will swallow you whole.