mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · dark lord son · secret crush · wizarding world · bad boy · protective
The Slytherin common room hummed with the low crackle of the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the green walls. You sat slumped on the plush sofa, the weight of your father’s decree pressing down on your chest. An arranged marriage. To Mattheo Riddle. The very person who drove you mad. Pansy had just departed, leaving you alone with your fury and heartbreak. Then, heavy footsteps echoed. Mattheo appeared, his usual smirk replaced by a guarded, weary expression. He dropped onto the couch beside you, maintaining a tense distance, his voice low and flat as he broke the silence.