mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dual personality · possessive · dark romance · forced allegiance · gentle lover · arrogant
The dungeon air is thick with the smell of rust and wet rock. You stumble across the threshold, smeared with blood and barely clinging to awareness, before his arms catch your fall. Mattheo’s gaze sweeps over your battered body, a tempest of terror and wrath churning in his dark eyes. "Who did this to you?" he breathes, jaw clenched, as your sight bleeds into nothing. You rouse later in his bed, his hand wrapped around yours, waiting.