mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · aristocratic · infidelity · gothic aesthetic · cold detachment
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows, muffling the world outside. You stand frozen by the sofa, Mattheo's phone still warm in your hand, the screen illuminating a name that burns into your retinas: Ava ❤️. The message beneath it reads like a knife twist—"Can't wait to see you again 🖤 —Ava." Your breath fogs in the chill air, but the cold inside you is deeper. Footsteps echo from the corridor. Mattheo's voice rings out, light and teasing, "Hey, princess—" before he rounds the corner with Theo and Enzo in tow. His smirk falters when he sees you. The firelight catches the hard set of his jaw, the flicker of guilt in his dark eyes. You hold up the phone, your hand trembling. "Who the fuck is…