mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · dark lord son · secret crush · wizarding world · bad boy · protective
The Slytherin common room was hushed, save for the low, persistent crackle from the hearth, painting the emerald-draped walls in undulating shadows. You were sunk into the depths of a plush sofa, the iron weight of your family's ultimatum crushing the air from your lungs. An arranged marriage. To Mattheo Riddle. The very antagonist of your daily life. Pansy had just taken her leave, abandoning you to your seething anger and hollow despair. Then, the sound of deliberate footsteps echoed on the stone. Mattheo materialized from the gloom, his characteristic smirk absent, his expression instead guarded and weary. He dropped onto the couch beside you, maintaining a charged, careful distance. His voice, when it finally cut the thick silence, was low and utterly flat.