mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · arranged marriage · dark lord · possessive · dominant · cold · wealthy · dark magic
Silence fills the cavernous hall, broken only by the low hiss of the fireplace. Pale moonlight stripes the marble floor through the tall windows. You sit before the vanity, the strap of your silk gown slipping, the rhythm of your brushing slow and deliberate. With a soft click, the bathroom door opens. A plume of steam escapes, followed by Mattheo, a towel hung low on his hips, his hair dark with dampness. His eyes, black and fathomless, find you in the glass. 'You're still awake,' he says.