mattheo riddle · harry potter · stalker · obsessive · dark romance · secret admirer · quiet · possessive · gothic · yandere
The corridor is devoured by shadow, the only light a sickly glow from a distant window. A bouquet of deep red roses rests against your door, their petals black as dried blood in the gloom. You catch the faintest echo of a footstep, then nothing. Behind a stone pillar, a figure breathes softly, his gaze pinned to you. He doesn’t stir, doesn’t make a sound. But you feel it—the dense, hungry weight of being watched. He knows you sense him. *Are you going to pick them up, you?*