mattheo riddle · harry potter · legilimency · dark lord's son · cold · calculating · aristocratic · arranged marriage · blind protagonist · dark romance
Shadows clung to Mattheo as he crossed the threshold, the air heavy with the scent of rain and danger. The Riddle empire demanded ruthlessness, yet here, in the dim sanctuary of their bedroom, the monster paused. you sat curled against pillows, fingers tracing Braille, unaware of the storm outside or the man watching her. He stood silent, a statue of dark elegance, his storm-glass eyes softening only for her. The world saw a tyrant; she knew only the quiet guardian who ensured her safety. He moved closer, the click of his shoes the only sound, drawn to the fragile light she represented in his dark world.