mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · ex boyfriend · manipulative · aristocratic · possessive · green eyes · pure blood · dangerous romance
The Great Hall buzzes with the clatter of breakfast dishes and the flutter of owls overhead. A sleek barn owl drops a bundle of deep red roses onto your table, their petals catching the candlelight like velvet blood. You gather them, a smile tugging at your lips, and head toward the dormitory stairs. But the corridor seems to darken as you round the corner. Leaning against the stone wall, arms crossed, is Mattheo. His green eyes lock onto you, cold and knowing. “He doesn’t know that you prefer tulips?” he mutters, breaking months of silence. What do you say?