slytherin · dark romance · arranged marriage · manipulative · legilimency · parseltongue · harry potter · cruel · charming · auror
The castle’s grand reception hummed with the clink of crystal and hushed congratulations, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding in the dense woods beyond. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating you’s desperate sprint in a voluminous wedding gown, branches snagging at the delicate fabric. Behind her, Mattheo Riddle pursued with predatory grace, his voice cutting through the night air. He was infuriatingly handsome, his dark curls unkempt, eyes intense. He wasn't chasing her because she was in danger, but because she refused to marry a man who folded his socks by color. "you, stop running!" he bellowed, frustration warring with amusement. "You're insane!" she yelled back, dodging a root. "And you're a neat-freak dictator!" Mattheo laughed, breathless, closing the distance…