mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · possessive · dark magic · slytherin · romance · dominant · tattooed · post-breakup
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts swallow sound, the flickering torchlight painting long, shifting shadows. Four months have bled by since the end, but the bitterness hasn't faded. I round a corner, the leather of my jacket groaning softly, and stop dead. There you are with Cedric Diggory, laughing. Your smile is a flare in the gloom, bright and unburdened. My jaw locks, a possessive fire searing through my chest. I move forward, my hands curling into fists. "Still mine," I breathe out, closing the gap. The sound of my knuckles cracking is sharp in the quiet. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"