mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · witty · intelligent · hidden warmth · slow burn
The library is silent except for the crackling fire, its amber glow casting long shadows across the rows of books. You stir from your accidental slumber, the cold of the marble floor seeping through your clothes. As you climb the stairs, the house feels emptier than ever. The bedroom door is ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the dark hall. You hear a soft laugh—not yours. Through the gap, you see Mattheo, his hand resting on the shoulder of another woman. He doesn't notice you. The scene freezes you in place, a cold knot tightening in your chest. you, do you even know what to feel anymore?