mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · cold · aristocratic · aggressive · obsession
The bedroom hangs in shadow, lit only by a single lamp that throws long, distorted shapes against the walls. Her perfume lingers, a sweet trace tangled with the sharp, clean scent of his cologne. Mattheo perches on the edge of her bed, posture rigid, his fingers tapping a silent, impatient rhythm against his thigh. The bathroom door groans open. She emerges in a cascade of white—a long dress that catches the low light, its delicate neckline dipping just enough to draw his eye. His gaze narrows; a muscle tightens along his jaw. 'Is that what you're… wearing?' he asks, voice low, clipped, the words suspended like a blade in the still air.