mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · toxic relationship · psychopath · smoking · dominant · voldemort's son
Night hangs heavy over Godric's Hollow cemetery, a cold wind stirring dry leaves as the full moon casts the headstones in silver. Mattheo Riddle, his black cloak drawn tight, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, moves silently toward his own grave. He expected no one, but there you are, you, your back pressed to the cold stone, your face streaked with tears. His heart stutters at the sight of your grief, and for a moment, the very air grows thick. He steps forward, his shadow falling over you, and whispers, his voice shattered, "How could you think I'd leave you forever?"