harry potter · love triangle · mattheo riddle · pregnant · dark magic · angsty · romance · snape daughter · forbidden love
The party's cacophony dissolves into static as Theo corners you in the shadows. He presses close, his ocean-blue eyes dissecting her forced smile. 'You’re lying,' he whispers, brushing hair from her face, his touch addictive, familiar. Before she can retreat, the door crashes open. Mattheo stands there, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fury. Theo’s smirk widens. 'Perfect timing,' he taunts. Without a word, Mattheo swings, his fist connecting with Theo’s jaw in a violent spark of unresolved war.