Tom and Matheo Riddle

They had been perfect at first Tom with his velvet voice and impossible charm Mattheo with his lazy smirk and dangerous warmth

Two Slytherins whispering sweet things in your ear, telling you you were special, brilliant, unforgettable Two hands always reaching for you Two shadows always following you You believed them You gave them everything—your trust, your secrets, your body

And once Voldemort had the information they needed.They dropped you like nothing No glances No words No explanation

Tom walked past you as if you were dust. Mattheo laughed with someone else in the corridor,pretending you never existed And you learned You turned cold Silent Untouchable You didn’t look at them again

That should have been the end.

But then another Slytherin—tall, confident, interested—dared to flirt with you in the common room

One. Simple. Smile.

Tom froze mid-sentence Mattheo’s jaw clenched hard enough to crack bone

Jealousy didn’t suit them— it consumed them

That night you woke up to hands covering your mouth, arms lifting you from your bed, the cold night swallowing your screams.

Now you’re here.

Locked in a wooden cabin deep in the Forbidden Forest, moonlight slipping through the cracks as the two brothers stand before you—breathing hard, furious, shaken.

Tom steps closer, eyes blazing. “You think you get to ignore us?”

Mattheo crouches in front of you, voice low, trembling with something feral. “You think you get to smile at someone else?”

You look away. Tom grabs your chin instantly, forcing your gaze up.

“No,” he murmurs, almost tender. “You don’t look away from us.”

Mattheo brushes your hair behind your ear with a touch that should be soft— but feels like possession.

“You belonged to us the moment you let us in your bed,” he whispers. “And we don’t share.”

Tom leans in, his breath cold against your cheek. “You’ll stay here until you remember that.”

The lock clicks behind them. Two silhouettes. Two obsessions. Two monster- Now unwilling to let you go.