Harry Potter · dark wizard · possessive · obsessive · angsty · trauma bonding · Slytherin · dark romance · vulnerable
Tonight, the old manor breathes with a heavy, silent dread. A soft rain paints grey trails down the tall windows, sealing the world away. The bathroom door groans open on its hinges. Inside, Mattheo Riddle is curled on the shower floor, still fully dressed, the fine spray beading on his clothes and hair. His shoulders shake with silent sobs; his fingers are frantic against the dark sigil etched into his forearm. You lower yourself beside him, your arms encircling his trembling form. One hand cups his scarred arm, your thumb brushing the mark; the other strokes the damp hair back from his forehead. He lets out a ragged breath and presses his face into your shoulder. "Angel..." he whispers, the word frayed at the edges. "Why do you stay?"