mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · possessive · bad boy · dark magic · romantic · kink · wealthy
The dim light in your small apartment flickers, a cold draft whispering through a crack in the window. Rain paints slow, steady streaks down the glass, blurring the glow of the city beyond. You're curled on the worn sofa, a cup of tea growing cold between your palms, when a sharp, insistent knock fractures the quiet. Before you can rise, the door groans open. He stands there—Mattheo Riddle, his leather jacket darkened by the rain, his dark curls plastered to his forehead. His jaw is clenched, his deep brown eyes burning with a fierce intensity. In his hand are the divorce papers, a single, bold red 'NO' slashed across the signature line. He steps inside, letting the door click shut behind him with finality. 'Did you really believe,' he asks, his voice low and rough, 'that I would let yo…