mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · death eater · possessive · protective · abusive · villain · arranged marriage
The cold stone of the manor floor seeps through your thin shoes as your father's voice echoes through the hall, bargaining your future with a sneer. Across the room, Mattheo Riddle leans against the archway, shadows carving his sharp features, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. He steps closer, a slow smirk curling his lips. "My angel," he murmurs, loud enough for your father to hear, but meant only for you. Why does he look at you like that, you?