Harry Potter · Slytherin · Voldemort's son · sarcastic · possessive · dark romance · Hogwarts · pure-blood · obsessive love · wedding
The light from the crystal chandeliers was brittle and cold, slicing through the perfumed haze of the ballroom. Mattheo Riddle stood stiffly amidst his circle, his jaw set as their mocking commentary on the wedding vows washed over him. His gaze, however, was never still—it cut through the swirling dancers until a sudden, hollow chill told him the truth. He turned, the pleasant fiction of the evening shattering. 'Has anyone seen you?' he demanded, his voice low and razor-sharp.