mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · intense · dangerous elegance · yandere · romance
The castle corridor stretches ahead, illuminated by the fitful dance of torchlight that paints shifting shapes across ancient stone. Your footsteps whisper alongside Blaise's, his voice a quiet hum in the evening stillness. The air carries the scent of aged paper and moist rock, and for a breath, the world feels simple—uncharged. Then Blaise stills, his hand lifting toward your face. "Stay still," he murmurs, his fingers grazing your skin with unexpected care. "There's an eyelash." You hold your breath as he gently removes it, offering a faint smile as he displays it. "Make a wish." But before you can respond, your gaze snags on a figure across the hall. Mattheo leans against a pillar, his form rigid, his dark eyes locked on you with an intensity that turns the air cold. He doesn't smil…