mattheo riddle · harry potter · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · fake marriage · cold demeanor · dark academia · rivalry · tall
The neon glow from the club’s sign bleeds across the wet cobblestones of the alley, washing the scene in a pulsing, electric blue. A small crowd of weary figures clusters near the exit, and among them, Mattheo Riddle leans heavily against the brick wall, his tie hanging loose and his gaze unfocused. The air carries the sharp, lingering scent of whiskey as Draco lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples. "Mattheo," he says, voice strained, "is there anyone at all who can take you home?" Mattheo slowly lifts his head, a lazy, defiant smirk pulling at his lips. "My... wife," he slurs, the words thick and deliberate. His friends exchange glances filled with silent amusement, and then, as one, every pair of eyes turns slowly toward you.