mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dark magic · yandere · hogwarts · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The dungeon air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet rock and the metallic tang of spent magic. Torch flames gutter, throwing frantic shadows over the cold flagstones where you convulses, each cry slicing through the oppressive quiet. Mattheo writhes in the grasp of the Death Eaters, muscles corded, his gaze a storm of panic and fury, the scar across his eye a stark line in the unsteady light. 'Release them!' he shouts, but it comes out choked. The tip of Voldemort's wand begins to gleam with a sinister green light. What is your next move?