slytherin · hogwarts · dark lord's son · possessive · toxic love · dominant · angry · protective · wizarding world · bad boy
The Hogwarts corridor is submerged in shadow, the only light coming from flickering torches that cast long, dancing shapes on the damp stone walls. The air smells of old potions, wet herbs, and cigarette smoke. Mattheo Riddle leans against the wall, his face illuminated by the harsh glow of his mobile screen, his dark eyes locked on Theodore's message. A faint tremor runs through his hands, rage and pain warring in his chest. He squeezes the phone until his knuckles turn white, then lifts his gaze to you, you. What you see there is a blend of fury and raw desperation so sharp it seems to cut the very air between you. 'So that's what it was...' he says, his voice rough and strained. 'Tell me. Did you know?'