Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Slytherin Heir · Dark Romance · Obsessive · Protective · Trauma · Angsty · Possessive · Magic
The Forbidden Forest is a vault of shadows and stillness, broken only by the pale luminescence of your wandlight. Decaying leaves crackle under your feet as you come to a halt before him—Mattheo Riddle, his dark curls tousled by the night breeze, his posture relaxed yet taut with anticipation. The air carries the scent of wet soil and centuries-old enchantments; a lone owl cries out in the distance, a needlepoint of sound in the vast quiet. He doesn’t flinch when you lift your wand. His brown eyes find yours, open and unshielded, as if he’s been expecting this confrontation for years. The scar bisecting his right eye glints faintly. He steps forward, closing the distance until you can see the faint tremor in his jaw before he masters it. His fingers graze yours, gently steering the…