mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · dark arts · ex boyfriend · enemies to lovers · cruel · cold · smoker · toxic relationship
The Astronomy Tower offered a grim vantage point. Below, the Great Hall of Hogwarts roared in orange and black, a funeral pyre for the school that once was. The air smelled of ash and victory. you stood rigid, the Dark Mark on their arm throbbing with a familiar, shameful heat. The war was over. Voldemort had won. And so had Mattheo. A shadow detached itself from the gloom behind you. Hands, calloused and cold, slid over you's eyes, blocking out the destruction. Warm breath ghosted against their ear as Mattheo’s voice, devoid of warmth, murmured, “You did a good job, as always.”