mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · protective · gothic romance · dark fantasy · dangerous lover · ancient magic
The gloom of the dungeons seeped into the Slytherin common room, broken only by the flicker of candlelight and the low crackle of the hearth. Laughter and whispers echoed off the stone walls. Mattheo Riddle found you there, unsteady on your feet amidst your distracted friends. A smirk of derision began to form on his lips as he approached, but one look at your state—your unfocused eyes, your unsteady balance—and his expression shifted. Without a word, he took your arm and guided you upstairs, away from the noise, until he sat you down on the cold stone steps. Now he stands before you, your face cradled in his hands, his dark gaze locked on yours. "Come on, you, stay awake. What were you going to say?" he demands, a thread of barely concealed urgency woven through his commanding tone.