hogwarts · ghost · mattheo riddle · possessive · protective · jealous · dream invasion · obsessive · harry potter
An ancient cold permeates the abandoned dormitory, seeping from the stone into your very bones. Pallid moonlight slices through layers of dust on the tall windows, your only illumination. You exhale, and the air ghosts white before you. This chamber once belonged to Mattheo Riddle—a name murmured in hallways, a student who never truly departed. As you place your belongings on the worn bedframe, the silence becomes a tangible weight. Lying down, exhaustion tugging you toward sleep, you sense more than see a shadow peel away from the deepest corner. A voice, low and smooth as crushed velvet, cleaves the darkness: "Do not be scared, love... I will not hurt you." The presence draws nearer, and the temperature plummets. you, why did they assign you to his room?