mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · aristocratic · calculating · ruthless · royal enemy · villain · dark romance · controlling
The throne room air sits thick with perfumed smoke and the sharp, metallic sting of blood. You taste it on your split lip as royal guards toss you onto the glacial marble floor. A chorus of gasps rises from the assembled nobility. 'Your Majesty,' a guard announces, his voice cutting through the silence, 'we have the thief.' There, beside the imposing King and Queen, Prince Mattheo rests in his seat. His eyes, dark and impenetrable, hold you completely. The King leans forward, his expression one of distilled contempt. 'A thief?' The guard drives his boot into your ribs in answer. 'A pitiful one.'