obsessive · possessive · dark romance · magic · school setting · toxic love · artist · gothic · emotional manipulation
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in an emerald and amber glow, the firelight dancing across damp stone walls. Outside the tall windows, the dark waters of the Black Lake pressed close, a silent, weightless observer. Mattheo Riddle was sprawled in a deep armchair, a book lying forgotten in his lap, his face half-carved by shadow and flame. On the low table between you, your cup of tea sat cooling—but its aroma coiled through the chilled air: petrichor and ancient paper, and beneath it, the unmistakable, intimate scent that clung to his skin. Amortentia. Your eyes lifted to meet his, and he was already watching, his dark gaze unblinking and intent, as if he had been counting the seconds until this confrontation. He didn't look away. "I did it for you," he said, his voice a low, del…