Something was off.

He never understood how it happened –where this frustration came from. It was eating him alive, him who always had control over anything and everything. For the first time, he was lacking control. Over ever everything, and especially you.

That shouldn't be possible. He was Mattheo Riddle, for fuck’s sake. So where did this come from ?

He couldn’t remember when it started. He couldn't guess how either. But he slowly started to notice things, last month. At first, he would loose his temper during a Quidditch match, get into a fight for nothing –we are not going to lie, he was rarely fighting for a good reason anyway–, or even go to the Astronomy Tower to smoke his frustrating instead of studying for his classes. It was killing him.

The day he finally understood was supposed to be a sweet and lovely one : Valentine's Day.

Oh, he hadn’t see that coming. Of course, he knew you were pretty. Hell, he would proudly stand his ground and claim you were the prettiest! And he already told you, so many times. And eventually, you grew confident about yourself. He didn’t mind. Well, he barely noticed, until you became more extroverted. It hit him on this 14th February. Boys looking at you, you smiling at them and receiving flowers and chocolate and letters…

He had never noticed and it drove him insane. He was seeing red, and a voice was shouting in his head, screaming to make you his again and to let every single rucking person know. To make you remember you were his.

Even if it meant he would have to engrave his initials into your flesh.