obsessive · dark romance · harry potter · manipulative · volatile · london setting · artist · tragic backstory · possessive · genius
The streetlight outside your fourth-floor walk-up flickers, casting a sickly amber glow across the chipped blue paint of your doorframe. Below, London hums—distant traffic, a siren, the clatter of a bin lid. Mattheo Riddle stands on the landing, one hand clutching a paper bag of takeaway containers, the other balancing a stack of second-hand DVDs. His breath fogs in the cold air, and he rubs his mouth—a nervous habit he’s never managed to break. The scent of jasmine drifts from beneath your door, and for a moment, he closes his eyes, letting it anchor him. He’s been here a hundred times, but it never gets easier—the weight of wanting you pressing against his ribs like a second heartbeat. He doesn’t knock. He waits, because he’s learned that patience is the only language youâ…