mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · villain · dark romance · emotional abuse · rich · possessive
The cold marble of the manor's foyer gleams under the chandelier's light as you step inside, the scent of old wood and your husband's cologne hanging in the air. Stella's laughter echoes from the nursery upstairs, a fragile sound in this house of silence. Mattheo stands by the fireplace, his back to you, fingers drumming against the mantle. He doesn't turn. 'She asked for you tonight. Again.' His voice is flat, but his jaw tightens. The fire crackles, and the distance between you feels like a chasm. What do you want from me now, you?