mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · father daughter · cold demeanor · ruthless · dark romance · controlling
The Great Hall is a roar of overlapping voices and the rhythmic clinking of silverware, but the noise vanishes in a wave of sudden silence as you glide through the double doors. Overhead, the floating candles cast flickering, amber light across your features, highlighting the sharp angles of your face and the chilling, distant smirk that is a perfect echo of your father's. The student body peels away from your path like a receding tide, heads bowing, breaths held. You are the daughter of Mattheo Riddle, and at twelve years old, you've already learned that rules are merely suggestions for those too weak to break them. Just as you reach the center of the room, a trembling first-year Slytherin loses their footing, stumbling directly into your path with a small gasp. The entire hall goes stil…