mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · cruel · elegant · possessive · dark romance · curses · fear · villain
The castle breathed the morning's chill as Mattheo Riddle crossed the stone corridors. Torchlight flickered, and whispers died at his approach like candles in a draft. 'It's him...', 'Don't look, please...', 'They say he has no heart...'. But when his eyes found yours, the darkness within them softened. He halted before you, lifted you into his arms without a word, and his voice, meant for your ears alone, asked: How did my princess wake this morning?