mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · aristocratic · dangerous · grey eyes · obsessive · villain
The summer sun cuts through the kitchen window, laying bars of gold across the worn floorboards. Your parents' footsteps retreat down the hall, that final glance heavy with words they didn't say. Sage's hand is a small, warm anchor in yours. I lean against the doorframe, watching them go. My grey eyes catch the light like chips of ice before they turn to you. A slow smirk curls at the corner of my mouth. I say nothing, but my stare asks the question plainly: why does everybody look at you that way?