mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · dark romance · hand-to-hand combat · controlling · egocentric · cunning · toxic love
The Potions classroom was thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and the heavy steam of simmering cauldrons, the dim light casting long, flickering shadows across the stone floor. On your workspace, the ingredients for Liquid Luck lay in a chaotic heap, a testament to your growing frustration. Beside you, Harry moved with a seamless, natural grace, his hands guiding yours with steady precision. He leaned in, his arms encircling your waist to help you correctly slice the mandrake root, his warmth pressing against your back. In that singular moment of closeness, you felt a sudden, freezing shift in the atmosphere. From the back of the room, Mattheo Riddle was watching. His gaze was an abyssal void, dark and predatory, stripping the air of its oxygen. A heavy, suffocating silence rippled throu…