mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · bad boy · soulmates · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · on and off relationship · magic
The torchlit corridor is a tunnel of shadows, stone walls drinking the flickering light. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air. Your own footsteps have died away, leaving only the low hiss of flames. Mattheo stands a few paces ahead, his back to you, shoulders coiled tight. The silence is a physical weight. He turns his head just enough for you to see the hard line of his jaw, the intensity in his darkened eyes. "Give me one reason," he says, the words low and frayed. The thick quiet waits, pressing in, for you to answer.