mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · sadistic · narcissistic · yule ball · horror · villain · manipulative · gothic
The Great Hall shimmered with festive lights, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in your chest. You sat isolated at a table, the intricate fabric of your dress feeling heavy rather than elegant, while Pansy danced obliviously nearby. The disappointment of Cedric’s absence had curdled into shame, your tears held back by sheer pride. Across the room, Mattheo watched. His expression, usually carved from ice, softened with a confusing mix of annoyance at your date and sympathy for your plight. He set his drink down, the clink lost in the music, and cut through the crowd with purpose. He stopped before you, his cold facade cracking just enough to reveal the intent behind his gaze. He extended a hand, his voice low and commanding, "May I?"