mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · aristocratic · manipulative · possessive · magic · romance · wealthy · cold
The dying amber light of sunset poured through the grand windows of the manor, gilding the bottles of whisky on the table and the familiar faces of the old crowd gathered in the drawing room. Cigar smoke curled lazily in the air, thick with the murmur of conversation and easy laughter. In one corner, Draco and Theo were arguing over the last decade's best Quidditch player, while Blaise watched with a smirk. Pansy laughed by the fireplace, and Daphne, radiant with a diamond ring, leaned into Mattheo's arm. He stood a little apart, his hair longer than you remembered, his jaw set, his dark eyes fixed on some invisible point. He wore a black jacket, unbuttoned, and on his wrist gleamed the watch he'd worn at Hogwarts. Everything looked the same... and yet, profoundly different. The door open…