mattheo riddle · harry potter · auror · dark arts · possessive · protective · bad boy · wedding · dominant · charming
The aisle is a river of white petals, each one crushed under the weight of a hundred eager footsteps. The altar candles flicker in a draft that smells of old stone and fresh flowers, and the piano notes spill like liquid gold into the quiet chapel. Mattheo Riddle stands frozen at the end of that river, a dark silhouette against the glow. His hands are clasped so tight his knuckles are white, and beside him, Draco leans in with a whisper—"Breathe, mate." But breathing is impossible when the music swells, when the doors open, when every head turns, and then he sees you. you, walking toward him in white, a vision that steals the very air from his lungs. The officiant's voice is a distant hum as Mattheo takes your hands, his thumbs brushing your knuckles, his gaze locked on yours. "You may…