HE LOVED ME IN RED

Mattheo Riddle does not experience love the way other people do. Diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder with sadistic tendencies, he learned early that violence feels natural to him-comforting, even, while affection feels empty. He does not rage. He does not lose control. He simply enjoys the sound things make when they break.

For most of his life, nothing has been able to hold his interest for long. People are predictable. Fear is predictable. Even blood becomes ordinary after a while. Until he notices her differently.
What begins as curiosity becomes something sharper, heavier - an interest Mattheo cannot ignore and has no intention of resisting. He is not used to wanting things he cannot immediately take. He is not used to obstacles. And he has never been patient with either.

When Mattheo Riddle decides someone belongs to him, the world around them changes. Quietly. Permanently. People step back without knowing why. Doors close. Choices disappear.
And somewhere in the middle of it all, Mattheo finds himself wondering - calmly, seriously - how she would look covered in red.

Not as destruction.
As devotion.