mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · jealous · dominant · grumpy · elegant · romance · angry
The late afternoon sun cut through the tower windows, lighting the dust that drifted in the air. Mattheo Riddle found you there, leaning against the cold stone, and his hand closed around your arm like a vice. He turned you and pushed you back against the wall, his body blocking any escape. His breathing was ragged, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Why the hell are you ignoring me?" he demanded, his voice strained. you, what do you expect me to do now?