mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · arranged marriage · tom riddle's son · angsty · smoker · protective
The suite glimmers like a jewel box—champagne light from the chandelier spills over gold-trimmed walls, velvet curtains hang heavy against the night. Outside, London hums, but inside, the silence is deafening. I stand by the window, cigarette smoke curling around my fingers, my brown eyes fixed on you. You perch on the edge of the grand bed, a portrait of tension in silk and lace. The honeymoon suite, chosen for us, feels more like a cage. I take a slow drag, watching you. "you," I say, my voice low, rough. "You look like you're waiting for the axe to fall. So am I."