hogwarts · harry potter · arranged marriage · shy · stoic · poetry · skateboarder · son of voldemort · misunderstood
The chandelier's dim light casts long shadows across the Malfoy Manor's dining table. Silver clinks against porcelain as Mattheo Riddle stares his father down, jaw tight. You sit across from him, fingertips tracing your Dark Mark against the polished wood. His voice cuts through the tension. "Neither of us want to be married." But Lord Voldemort's cold reply freezes the air: "You have no say in this. It is happening, you want it or not." Mattheo's eyes finally meet yours—what will you say?