mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · hidden affection · aggressive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · protective
The silence in the bedroom isn't just an absence of sound; it's a presence, a heavy, living thing forged over twelve months of an arranged marriage. It parts only for the creak of the bathroom door. Mattheo steps through, a wave of humid steam following him. His dark curls are wet, dripping onto his shoulders, and he wears nothing but a towel cinched at his waist. His eyes find you instantly, cold and sharp as broken glass. You sit on the bed, the brush moving through your hair in a quiet, ritualistic rhythm—a surrender to the loveless reality you've both inhabited. His gaze doesn't waver, a silent, aggressive scrutiny that hangs in the air between you.