mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · emotionally guarded · possessive · wealthy · dominant · protective · calculating · hidden vulnerability
The invitation came on a quiet Sunday. You dressed simply, indifferent to your mother's latest attempt at a new life. The house was pristine, sterile in its perfection. Inside, your mother beamed beside a composed stranger. And behind him stood a figure—not a boy, but a man. Tall, broad, with dark hair that fell just so. He occupied the room without effort. His eyes locked onto yours, and the atmosphere shifted. You knew him. Mattheo Riddle. Fragments of a past night resurfaced: smoke, muted music, him leaning against a wall, his gaze fixed solely on you. *Got a cigarette?* he’d asked, his voice a low murmur. You remembered the careful touch, the testing exploration, the slow kiss in the chill. Now he stood before you, unchanged. Your mother spoke. *This is my daughter, Eliza.* His fa…