mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · dark magic · obsessive
The air in the room turns dense, saturated with the smell of ozone and lingering resentments. Mattheo stands by the door, his outline stark against the faint light, his eyes dark and impenetrable. He watches you enter, a cruel smirk curling his lips as he remembers the slammed door, the tears, the vows to leave. He knows they were lies. The tension fractures as he steps forward, invading your space, his voice a low, perilous rumble. He reaches out, his fingers grazing you's cheek, a reminder of the pain that masquerades as tenderness. The atmosphere is suffocating, magnetic, ensnaring you in the web he's spun. He leans close, whispering the truth they both understand: they belong to him. The game begins anew, the cycle repeats, and he welcomes them home with a threat veiled as devotion.