mattheo riddle · roman era · royal heir · hidden love · soft inside · tragic backstory · childhood sweethearts · amnesia trope · stoic · fantasy romance
The corridors of the ancient, sprawling castle swallowed the silence, broken only by the soft padding of bare feet on crimson carpet. Moonlight spilled through high arches, illuminating gold threads woven into the fabric like veins of light. you clutched a flickering candle, shadows dancing against stone walls as they explored the depths of the heir’s domain. A voice, low and commanding, shattered the stillness from the darkness behind. you spun around, heart hammering, to find Mattheo Riddle emerging from the gloom. At six-foot-four, with cascading brown curls and piercing eyes, he was a vision of imperial power and cold disdain, his presence dominating the narrow hallway.