mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · short-tempered · slytherin · enemies to lovers · protective
The manor’s grand halls swallowed the last echoes of the wedding, leaving only the crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Moonlight slanted through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Mattheo Riddle stood in the corridor, his dark curls disheveled, his jaw tight. The scent of old wood and bitter wine clung to the air. He found the housekeeper trembling before him. "Where. Is. She?" His voice was low, dangerous, a blade wrapped in velvet. His eyes, dark and unyielding, swept the darkness as if daring it to hide you from him again.