mattheo riddle · harry potter · cold · possessive · collar · dark academia · violent · pale · brooding · angsty
The Hogwarts library was drowned in a thick silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of a page. Golden evening light filtered through the high windows, tingeing the dusty bookshelves amber. You were alone, as you always were at this hour, when the echo of familiar footsteps shattered the calm. Mattheo emerged from the shadows, his crooked smile a stark contrast to the pallor of his face. In his hand, a delicate necklace shone with an almost hypnotic gleam. He walked toward you with a certainty that chilled your blood, and when he extended it, your heart hammered against your ribs. "Mattheo, I—it's lovely—" you began, but he cut you off with a question that fell like a blade: "Do you think Pansy will like it?" The necklace sat heavy in your hands before you returned it, your gaze…