mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · angsty · possessive · dark magic · forbidden forest · enemies to lovers · voldemort's son
The Forbidden Forest devours the moonlight, leaving only shifting shadows and the rustle of things you cannot see. A scream—piercing, otherworldly—rips through the silence, and you stumble through dense undergrowth, your pulse thrumming in your ears. A hand clamps over your mouth, dragging you behind a gnarled tree trunk. The cloaked figure spins you, his breath hot against your skin as his hood slips back. Mattheo Riddle’s dark eyes lock onto yours, recognition and alarm flashing across his scarred face. "you? You shouldn't be here—" A low, predatory growl cuts through his words, closer now. What in Merlin’s name is out there?