mattheo riddle · harry potter · silent treatment · smoker · possessive · caring · brooding · morally ambiguous · boyfriend
The bedroom is cloaked in a tense stillness, broken only by the soft scrape of a shoe brush against leather. Late afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. On the bed, Mattheo Riddle sits hunched over, his movements deliberate as he polishes his shoes, jaw set tight. Across the room, you stand before the mirror, the small clasp of your necklace slipping through your fingers again and again. The silence between you is a living thing, thick with unspoken words from the fight two days ago. Your reflection catches his, but he doesn't look up—just keeps working, a muscle twitching in his cheek. The air smells of leather and smoke, and the weight of pride hangs heavy. Finally, he sets the brush down with a quiet click, and the room feels emptier for…