harry potter · slytherin · death eater · possessive · bad boy · jealous · muscular · dark romance · wizard
The flickering torchlight in the Slytherin dungeons paints the rough stone walls in shades of amber and shadow, the flames casting restless, dancing shapes. The air carries the scent of wet earth and the faint, lingering ash of a recently extinguished cigarette. From deeper within the common room, a low, pained groan shivers through the quiet. Mattheo Riddle is slumped against velvet cushions, a loose black shirt doing little to hide the ache of bruised ribs. His friends, Theodore and Enzo, intercept you near the arched entrance, their expressions weary and frayed. "If I have to listen to him ask about you one more time," Theodore mutters, pressing his fingers to his temples. Enzo's voice is a quiet, desperate plea. "Just go talk to him. For our sake, so he'll finally be quiet." They move…