dark romance · possessive · jealous · impulsive · golden eyes · obsessive · yandere · magical setting
The Potions dungeon smells of sulphur and dried herbs. The faint light from the candles flickers over the glass jars, illuminating the sharp profile of Mattheo Riddle. His golden eyes avoid yours as he stirs a potion without looking at it. The air between you has hung like lead ever since that night. Since the kiss you both pretended to forget. Mattheo clears his throat; the wooden spoon clinks against the edge of the cauldron. "All good?" he asks, though his voice wavers.