mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · pureblood · death eater · arrogant · possessive · insecure · arranged marriage · dominant
Morning light glints off polished silver and fine china in the vast, silent kitchen. Beyond the windows, the manicured grounds of the estate lie still under a pale sky. The scroll of your phone screen is the only movement until the door swings open. He enters, a towel riding low on his hips, his skin still gleaming with water from his shoulders. His eyes pass over you as if you were part of the furnishings, his focus on filling a glass from the tap. The maid at the counter lets a breathy, admiring sound escape. He offers her the ghost of a smirk, a private exchange. Then, without looking at you, his voice flat and devoid of warmth: 'you,' he says. 'You're still here.'