mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · villain · illegitimate son · psychological horror · romance
The dungeons of Malfoy Manor stink of old blood and damp stone. The only light comes from the fitful dance of torch flames across your bruised face. Bellatrix has just lowered her dagger from your throat, and before you, Mattheo Riddle lowers his wand with deliberate slowness. His black eyes trace your form with a possessive intensity as Voldemort watches, a twisted smile on his lipless face. "You're more interesting than I anticipated, you." Mattheo takes a step forward, the echo of his boots filling the cavernous space. "Tell me... what do you imagine I'll do with you now?"