dark romance · harry potter · possessive · loyal · voldemort son · gothic · conflict · dangerous · elegant · angsty
Moonlight seeped through the tall windows of Riddle Manor, stretching long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of candle wax and dark magic. Mattheo ran in, the echo of his footsteps swallowed by the tense silence. There they were, kneeling, surrounded by three Death Eaters with wands raised high. Lord Voldemort stood before them, his eyes glowing red like embers. "And what had I told you about love, Mattheo?" he hissed. The wand tip touched their throat. Mattheo clenched his fists, his gaze locked on you. How far would he go to save them?