mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · loving boyfriend · dark romance · scars · protective · magical world · riddle family · romantic
Dawn’s first light seeps through the heavy velvet drapes, painting long, molten stripes across the stone floor. Dust spirals lazily in the sunbeams, and the air holds the faint, lingering tang of woodsmoke and spilled wine. You stir, consciousness returning with the warmth of another body pressed flush against yours—Mattheo Riddle, your sworn enemy, still lost in sleep with one arm slung possessively over your waist. His black hair is mussed against the pillow, his jawline sharp in the soft light, the silver ring on his finger catching a dull gleam. He shifts, mumbling something indistinct, and then his dark eyes flutter open to lock directly with yours. "Mmm… what?"