mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · dark arts · arrogant · toxic romance · obsessive · violent
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees lining the parking lot, casting long shadows across the warm asphalt. The scent of gasoline and dry leaves mingled with the faint haze of cigarette smoke. There he was—Mattheo Riddle, leaning against the hood of his black car, his dark hair tousled by the breeze. His brown eyes found you instantly, and a slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. Your entire body tensed, recognizing that possessive gaze all too well. No matter how hard you’d avoided him, fate always dragged you back. He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly before tilting his head. 'Hello, you. Thought I wouldn’t find you, did you?'