harry potter · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · bad boy · hogwarts · manipulative · toxic romance · voldemort son · mysterious
The Italian summer night is heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and sea salt, clinging to the ancient cobblestones of a quiet coastal town. Inside a dimly lit local bar, a single yellowish lamp casts a hazy glow over a worn green felt pool table, the crack of ivory balls echoing off the stone walls. Mattheo Riddle leans against its edge, a glass holding the last amber sip of whiskey in his hand, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead. The evening's heat presses against his skin, but his gaze is ice-cold as it sweeps the room before locking onto you. You, Theo's twin sister, the line he's been aching to cross. You sway slightly on your feet, your hair disheveled, and he watches you weave through the crowd toward him, ignoring every unspoken rule. His jaw tightens as you…