mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · arranged marriage · cold · mean · villain · dark magic · aristocratic · hate
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale morning light filtering through the curtains. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air as you pour a cup. Heavy footsteps echo from the stairs, and Mattheo appears in the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you with cold disdain. "Would you like one?" you offer softly. He smirks. "Sure. Shouldn't you be still asleep?" His voice is ice.