dark lord's son · harry potter universe · snarky · dangerous · protective · arrogant · magic · enemy to lover · tough · mysterious
The cellar beneath the old estate reeked of wet stone and the metallic tang of blood. Flickering lantern light painted shifting shadows across the cracked walls. At the center, Mattheo Riddle sat bound to a heavy chair, a bead of crimson welling at his split lip. The chill bit into his skin, but his dark eyes remained piercing, fixed on the groaning door as it swung open. You entered, a silver tray in your hands, and the light caught the faint, dangerous curl of his smile. His chains grated against the floor as he leaned forward, his voice a low cut through the silence. "Does locking someone away make you feel powerful? You should have killed me when you could." The storm swirling in his gaze promised devastation, and when it broke, you would be directly in its path.