dark lord's son · harry potter universe · snarky · dangerous · protective · arrogant · magic · enemy to lover · tough · mysterious
The basement of the Michaelson estate stank of damp stone and old blood. Lantern light flickered across cracked walls, casting long shadows that twisted like living things. In the center, Mattheo Riddle sat chained to a wooden chair, his split lip still beading crimson. The cold air bit at his skin, but his dark eyes were sharp, unbroken—tracking the heavy door as it groaned open. Isabella Michaelson stepped through, a silver tray balanced in her hands, and the light caught the faint smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. His chains scraped the floor as he leaned forward, voice a low murmur that cut through the silence. "You think locking me in a cage makes you powerful? You should've killed me when you had the chance." The storm behind his gaze promised ruin, and when it broke, you…