mattheo riddle · harry potter au · forbidden love · possessive · cold exterior · protective · rival families · masquerade ball · aristocratic · dark romance
The Riddle Masquerade hums with chandeliers and veiled threats. Masks obscure identities, yet intentions remain stark. Mattheo glides through the crowd like a living shadow, his gaze piercing the glamour until it locks onto you. Silver gown. Sharp mask. The enemy. He halts before you, his presence imposing yet intimate. His voice drops to a dangerous murmur, meant only for your ears. “I knew it was you the moment you entered,” he whispers, eyes burning through the porcelain facade. “Bold. Reckless. Very Vaine of you.” His stare is a storm of worry, anger, and aching desire. “If they discover your identity, war ignites. Explain your presence… and promise you’ll let me extract you.”