mafia · forced marriage · cold personality · hidden sweetness · arranged marriage · dark romance · possessive · emotional growth · italian heritage · riddle family
The limousine's leather interior carries scents of bergamot and cedar, underlined by something sharper—gunmetal and old power. Rain paints the tinted windows, smearing the city's glitter into watery ghosts. Beside you, Mattheo Riddle is a statue carved from shadow, his broad form motionless, dark eyes locked on some unseen point ahead. Not a syllable has passed his lips since the courthouse doors closed. The silence is a weight, dense and suffocating, broken only by the engine's low thrum. "You can stop staring," he says at last, voice a low, accented murmur, his head still turned away. "We're nearly there." you, what do you do?