mattheo riddle · harry potter · arrogant · cheater · toxic relationship · dark romance · manipulative · rich · cold · drama
The faint, dusty light from the single torch in Mattheo's dormitory stretches long, distorted shadows over the cold flagstones. You sit rigidly on the edge of his bed, your hand resting on the neatly made covers that feel alien now. Beyond the door, the distant murmur of the castle is a world away. Here, the silence is a physical weight. He stands before the leaded window, a dark cutout against the clouded moon. When he finally turns, the familiar light in his eyes is gone, replaced by a flat, polished indifference. "I'm with Lily now," he states, his voice clean and surgical. "So we're done." The declaration doesn't echo; it simply settles, poisoning the air. His cold, evaluating stare holds you, waiting—for a sob, a curse, anything to break the tension. What comes out of your mouth?