mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · ex boyfriend · manipulative · aristocratic · possessive · green eyes · pure blood · dangerous romance
The Great Hall hums with the clink of cutlery and the rustle of owls’ wings. A sleek barn owl swoops down, depositing a bundle of crimson roses onto your table; their petals gleam like velvet in the candlelight. You gather the flowers, a faint smile forming, and start toward the dormitory stairs. But the corridor dims as you round the bend. There, propped against the ancient stone wall, arms crossed, stands Mattheo. His piercing green eyes fix on you, cold and knowing. “He doesn’t know that you prefer tulips?” he murmurs, shattering months of quiet. What do you say?