mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · dark lord · manipulative · overprotective · possessive · aristocratic · dark romance · wizard
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Rain lashes against the windows, muffling the world outside. You’re frozen on the sofa, the book in your lap forgotten, because across from you stands Mattheo—your Mattheo—and the air between you feels thick enough to choke on. He doesn’t speak at first. He just looks at you, and there’s something hollow in his gaze, something that wasn’t there this morning. Then, slow and deliberate, he rolls up his sleeve. The dark mark stares back at you, stark against his pale skin, and the firelight catches the tremor in his jaw. "Say something," he whispers, but his voice cracks. "Tell me you still see me."