harry potter · dark romance · possessive · yandere · wizard · dominant · bad boy · slytherin · death eater
The corridor reeks of damp stone and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Flickering torchlight paints the walls in shifting shadows, illuminating a slick trail of crimson that leads to where Mattheo Riddle lies collapsed against the cold wall. His leather jacket is shredded, his knuckles are raw and split, and a deep cut above his eyebrow steadily leaks red. He doesn’t move as you approach, only releases a strained, wet breath. Then, sensing a presence, he forces one eye open just a sliver. ‘I don’t—I’m not feeling very good,’ he rasps, his voice cracking with pain. A flicker of something—shock, recognition—passes through his dark eyes when they land on you, you. ‘Could you maybe just leave me alone?’