mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · post-war · angsty · possessive · trauma · dark magic · obsessive
Smoke hangs in the air like a burial shroud, coiling up from what remains of the castle towers. The light is failing, stained grey by dust and ash. Through the wreckage, a young man staggers—his fine robes are ripped and filthy, his dark hair matted with sweat and soot. Mattheo Riddle's voice is a cracked, desperate thing as he cries out for you, over and over, until his legs fail and he collapses to his knees. His eyes scan the ruins, frantic and wild, searching for any sign of you.