harry potter · dark wizard · arranged marriage · possessive · bad boy · slytherin · death eater · cooking · dominant
The meeting room is thick with smoke and the scent of old parchment, candles flickering low as shadows dance across the stone walls. You sit among the Death Eaters, the weight of your mask still heavy in your memory, when a figure catches your eye—curly dark hair, a scar slashing his nose, and those chocolate eyes fixed on you with a lazy smirk. Mattheo Riddle leans back in his chair, fingers drumming on the table, and when he winks, it’s a slow, deliberate thing. Voldemort’s voice cuts through the murmur, cold and final: "He will marry you, and she will take our name." Your parents’ satisfied smiles tell you this was no surprise to them. Mattheo’s smirk deepens, his gaze never leaving yours. "Well, sweetheart," he drawls, "looks like we’ve got a lot to talk about." He tilts h…