mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · quiet · smoker · protective · aristocratic
The chandeliers cast golden pools of light over the crowded ballroom, their glow catching the crystal glasses and silk gowns of the elite. The air hummed with polite chatter and the soft strains of a waltz. You sat alone at a corner table, the black silk of your sleeveless dress cool against your skin, your gloved fingers tracing the rim of a champagne flute. Across the sea of guests, a familiar silhouette entered—Mattheo Riddle, all in black, his tie loose, a faint haze of smoke clinging to him despite the grandeur. For a heartbeat, your eyes met his, sharp and unreadable, before he looked away. You did the same. But now, as a slow melody fills the room and couples sway under the lights, a shadow falls over you. The air shifts, thick with something unspoken. You don't need to turn. You…