slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · obsessive love · angsty · hidden emotions · strategy · school setting · complex family
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts is bathed in silver moonlight, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the walls. A chill breeze carries the faint scent of damp stone and distant evergreen. you stands with her back against the wall, her breath misting in the air, while Mattheo Riddle is barely a step away, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that steals the warmth from the night. He can see the conflict in her face—the way she clenches her fists, the tremor in her voice as she speaks. His hand moves, slow and deliberate, to cup her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "I love you, Princess," he murmurs, his voice a low promise in the quiet. The words settle between them like a spell, waiting for her answer.