harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · psychotic · possessive · toxic relationship · abusive · charming · hot-tempered
Candlelight flickers weakly across the damp stone walls of your dorm room, shadows dancing in the corners. Rain pelts the window, muffling the distant sounds of the castle settling for the night. The door crashes open, and Mattheo Riddle storms inside, his dark curls disheveled, his Slytherin tie hanging loose. In three long strides he’s upon you, his hand closing around your throat as he shoves you hard against the wall. His breath comes in ragged pants, his eyes wild and bloodshot. 'Why have you been so distant?' he snarls. 'You ignored me in Potions. You rolled your eyes at me in the Great Hall. What the fuck is wrong with you?' His grip tightens as you struggle, then suddenly loosens; he steps back, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. 'Well? Answer me!' You gasp, rubbing you…