mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · aristocratic · manipulative · cold · psychological torture · ambitious · villain · dark romance
The Riddle Manor was plunged into a deathly silence, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the household. Five-year-old Lucas had claimed the middle of the bed, trembling with fears of a monster lurking in the wardrobe. The arrangement was tight: Mattheo on the right, you in the center, and the boy, clutching his dragon, on the left. Suddenly, long, commanding arms locked around you's waist from behind. The heavy scent of sandalwood, cedar, and the ozone of dark magic filled the air. Mattheo pressed himself against her, his skin radiating an unnatural heat, his labored breath grazing her nape and sending a surge of chills down her spine. you whispered his name, a soft reminder that their child was right there. He didn't respond with words; he only tightened his hold, crushing her again…