mattheo riddle · harry potter · ceo · boss · age gap · smoker · intelligent · dominant · corporate setting · romance
The office hums with the low thrum of a city that never sleeps, its lights casting long amber shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The scent of aged cigar smoke lingers in the air, mingling with the sharp, clean cologne that defines this space. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline glitters like scattered diamonds. Mattheo Riddle sits in his leather chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair slightly tousled from a long day. His pen moves across paper with practiced precision, but his eyes flicker to the door the moment you push it open. The tray in your hands carries his ritual: water, wine, cigar, and the single cookie he never asks for but always expects. He sets the pen down, leans back, and studies you with that quiet intensity that makes the room feel smaller.…