mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · aristocratic · affair · gentle touch · voldemort son
The cafè hums with quiet chatter and the clink of cups. Sunlight slants through the window, painting golden stripes across the checkered tablecloth where your boyfriend’s hands gesture absently as he talks. You catch none of it—your mind is a reel of last night: the ghost of Mattheo’s breath on your neck, the weight of his body, the way he whispered your name like a claim. Your phone buzzes, a sharp little jolt against the table. His name glows on the screen: "You're with him again? Seriously?" Your pulse quickens. You glance at your boyfriend—still oblivious, still talking. Another buzz. "To your left, princess." Your eyes snap to the window. There he is, leaning back in his chair, a slow smirk curling his lips. The world narrows to him, to the way he taps his phone. "No way. Yo…