mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · arrogant · cold · dark academia · condescending · leo · sophisticated · romance
The mansion is silent save for the soft crackle of a dying fire. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You sit at your vanity, the silver brush catching the light as you run it through your hair. The en-suite door opens, and Mattheo steps out—wet hair clinging to his temples, a towel low on his hips. His gaze finds you in the mirror, cold and unreadable. "Still awake?" he murmurs, voice flat. What do you want from me now, you?