slytherin boys react

mattheo riddle: finding out you killed someone for them

he bursts into your dorm room, slamming the door shut behind him. his face is a mixture of anger and disappointment as he crosses the room in quick strides. without a word, he grabs your wrist and yanks you up, pushing you back against the wall with such force that your head hits it with a thud. pain radiates through your skull, and you wince, but the look in his eyes tells you that he doesn't care.

his breath is hot against your face as he looks directly into your eyes, his own gaze filled with anger and confusion. "what did you do?" he demands through clenched teeth.

your heart races, and you feel trapped against the wall, his strong body towering over you. you know you're cornered, that there's no way out now. so, you take a deep breath, your voice barely above a whisper as you confess, "i did it. i did it all for you."

he stares at you in disbelief, his anger faltering for a moment as he processes your confession. his grip loosens, letting you slide down the wall to sit on the floor. "why? why would you do something like that for me?"

you look up at him, your eyes desperate and pleading. "don't you understand? i love you. i would do anything for you," you say, your voice wavering with emotion.

he shakes his head in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the depth of your love for him. "but killing someone?" he says incredulously, "how could you even think to do something so... so extreme for me?"

you're silent for a moment, gathering your thoughts. "are you mad at me?" you murmur quietly.

he lets out a sardonic laugh, his anger returning. "mad? yeah, i'm mad," he exclaims. he paces back and forth, his frustration growing. "you idiot, did you even think about the consequences? you just went and killed someone without thinking it through," he exclaims, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "you put yourself at risk of getting caught all because you couldn't control your impulses."

his frustration seems to reach a boiling point, and he snaps at you, "do you have any idea how stupid it was to do something like this? do you even care that you could get caught?" his tone shifts, and underneath the anger, there's a hint of concern. the realization slowly dawns on you, he doesn't want you to get caught.

your expression softens, understanding his concern. you look up at him and say, "i didn't think about the consequences. all i cared about was pleasing you." you pause for a moment, "i wouldn't care if i got caught... as long as you were happy with what i did."

he looks at you in disbelief, shaking his head. "that's messed up," he says, but his tone is softer now, less angry. he seems conflicted, torn between anger at what you've done and concern for your well-being. "i'm not happy, okay? what would happen to us if you do get caught? have you even thought of that?"

"no, i didn't think about that," you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

"what the hell am i supposed to do with you now?" he mutters, his anger seeming to slip away, replaced by a weary resignation.

he stops pacing and turns to face you. "what am i supposed to do if you get caught, huh?" he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "haven't you thought about that? i don't want to see you in trouble because of something you did for me," he says, his voice softening just a little.

"you didn't have to do that, you know," he says quietly. "i never asked you to kill anyone for me." he crouches down to meet your eyes, his anger morphing into something else. his touch is gentler now as he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks like he's trying to soothe you.

he searches your eyes for any hint of regret or remorse, but all he sees is devotion and love. he lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers moving to brush back a lock of hair that's fallen over your face. "what am i going to do with you?" he murmurs, his voice a mix of fondness and irritation. "you're a handful, aren't you?" he continues, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite himself.

he lets go of your face and sits down beside you, leaning back against the wall. there's silence between the two of you for a moment, each lost in your own thoughts.

finally, he speaks again, his voice gentle but firm. "you can't tell anyone about what you did, you hear me?" he says, giving you a serious look. "not a word to anyone." he leans in a little, his eyes locking with yours. "i don't want anyone to know, because that would only cause problems for us, understand?"