mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · enemies to lovers · secret pregnancy · death eater · voldemort's son · possessive · bad boy
*In the sudden, stark light of the cupboard, dust swirls like disturbed ghosts. I block your path, my shadow swallowing the space between us. The heavy quiet of the entire summer condenses here, in this closet, broken only by my low, deliberate voice.* "You've been avoiding me all summer," *I say, my eyes tracing every flicker in your expression, searching for the proof of the secret my father stole from us.*