obsessive · possessive · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · toxic relationship · arrogant · violent · yandere · romance
The cold of the Slytherin dungeon seeped through the stones, and the only sound was the crackle of the fire casting orange shadows across the common room. you stood there, back to the entrance, when they felt that shift in the air: it grew thick, heavy with dark magic and resentment. From the threshold, Mattheo Riddle watched her, his dark hair falling disheveled over his brown eyes, which glittered with a dangerous light. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a crooked smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. "I knew you'd end up here," he said, his voice low and rasping, echoing in the silence. "You always come back to me, you. No matter how far you run." He took a step forward, the echo of his boots marking every inch he gained. The firelight danced across his face, highl…