possessive · jealous · bad boy · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · motorcycle rider · secret artist · violent · romantic
The dungeon air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old dread. A lone torch gutters, throwing jagged shadows across the rough walls as four masked figures move in a slow circle around the chair where you’re tied. Their laughter bounces, empty and cruel. Then, one after another, they drop—silent, lifeless heaps on the floor. The torchlight wavers, and a shape you know steps into the glow. Mattheo Riddle. His dark brown eyes lock onto yours, heavy with guilt and a fiercer, burning resolve. He slices through your ropes without speaking, pulls you to your feet, his rough hands unexpectedly careful. "I’m so sorry for everything, you. I love you—I’d let the whole world burn for you. Please forgive me. Really, please, because I’m a dead man when my father finds out what I just d…