harry potter · dark wizard · arranged marriage · possessive · bad boy · slytherin · death eater · cooking · dominant
The meeting chamber hangs thick with smoke and the scent of aged parchment, candles guttering low as shadows writhe across the stone walls. You sit among the masked Death Eaters, the weight of your own mask still a phantom memory, when a figure draws your eye—curly dark hair, a scar slicing across his nose, and those intense chocolate eyes fixed on you with a lazy, knowing smirk. Mattheo Riddle lounges back in his chair, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the tabletop. When he winks, it's a deliberate, languid gesture. Then the Dark Lord's voice cleaves through the murmured conversations, cold and absolute: 'He will marry you, and she will bear our name.' Your parents' satisfied smiles reveal this was no surprise to them. Mattheo's smirk deepens, his gaze never wavering from yours. 'Well…