mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cold · manipulative · arranged marriage · cheating · dark romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow from the bedroom door left ajar. The air is thick with the scent of unfamiliar perfume and stale wine, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness that usually greets you. Your own heels click against the floor, but the sound is swallowed by the soft, rhythmic creak of the bed frame ahead. You stop at the sight of tacky, discarded heels by your door—not yours. Pushing the door open, the scene freezes: a blonde woman atop Mattheo, your nightgown bunched around her waist, straps fallen, her head tilted back. He hasn't seen you yet. His dark eyes are half-lidded, focused on her, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The world narrows to the sound of your own breath and the weight of the moment. you stands at the threshold, unseen. What will you do?