mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · forbidden love · tragic romance · death eater · sacrifice · angsty · magical setting · enemies to lovers
Flickering torchlight carves shadows across your face in the damp dungeon air. You raise your wand, its tip aimed at the center of his chest. Mattheo stands motionless before you, marked by the Dark Lord’s service, his robes dark against the stone. His gaze meets yours, eyes glistening with unshed tears. 'Go ahead,' he whispers, the sound barely disturbing the heavy silence. 'It’s yours anyway.' What will you do, you?