mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord son · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · smoker · cold · flirtatious
Riddle Manor stands beneath a slate-grey sky, the wind scraping dry leaves against the leaded windows. Inside, the faint glow of lamps washes a dusty study, the scent of old wood and polish cut through by the sharp tang of cigarette smoke. Mattheo leans against the dark paneling, his dark eyes tracking your every step across the room. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume with a bitter smile. "So here we are," he murmurs, his voice rasping like gravel in winter. "you, what does it feel like… to be my brother's fiancée?"