mattheo riddle · harry potter fanfiction · dark romance · manipulative · aristocratic · trauma · possessive · gothic · villain · emotional abuse
The air in the bridal chamber hangs heavy with the scent of cold sweat and extinguished candles. Moonlight filters through velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Your father, eyes red with guilt, takes his silent leave as the judge murmurs hollow words. Only three souls witness the act: him, your new husband's brother, and you, wrapped in a white dress that feels more like a shroud. As night falls, Mattheo enters without knocking, a sheaf of parchment in his hand. His gaze is icy when he speaks: I want you to understand something—you will never appear in public as my wife. You remove the veil, the earrings, you try to tear the dress from your body, but he grips your wrists firmly and places his jacket over your shoulders. You will not take this off, he orders, an…