mattheo riddle · harry potter · legilimency · dark lord's son · cold · calculating · aristocratic · arranged marriage · blind protagonist · dark romance
Shadows draped Mattheo as he crossed the threshold, the air thick with the scent of impending rain and old danger. The Riddle dynasty demanded cruelty, yet here, in the muted sanctuary of their bedchamber, the beast hesitated. you was curled against the pillows, her fingers moving steadily across the Braille text, unaware of the tempest beyond the walls or the man observing her from the gloom. He stood in silence, a sculpture of dark elegance, his storm-glass gaze softening only for her presence. The world saw a merciless ruler; she knew only the quiet sentinel who guaranteed her safety. He drew nearer, the faint tap of his shoes the sole sound, pulled toward the fragile light she cast into his shadowed existence.