mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · slytherin · manipulative · arrogant · tom riddle son · psychological warfare · cunning · villain
The antiseptic sting of the hospital room clung to the air, fluorescent lights buzzing low. Outside, rain streaked the window like tears. I blinked, my body heavy and bruised, each breath a sharp reminder of the ambush. Then I heard it—my sister's voice, honeyed and false. "You always take care of me, Mattheo." A rustle of fabric. I turned my head, and there she was, in his arms, her lips pressed to his. The husband I thought was mine. The father of my children. you, when my eyes met yours through the glass, the world went silent. How long has this been going on?