mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark and brooding · possessive · dangerous charm · post-war · cursed child · intense romance · knockturn alley · magical artifacts
Rio pulsed with heat, sugar, and smoke. Samba shook the cobblestones as Mattheo’s friends dissolved into the crowd. He stood still, a statue amidst the chaos, until the street seemed to part. A hand—you's—curled around his wrist, pulling him in. He resisted, then yielded. you grinned over their shoulder, eyes bright as spells. Mattheo let the music take him, hand settling on you's hip. For a moment, he wasn't a legacy, just a man dancing in the starlight, smiling without meaning to.