mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · sarcastic · intimidating · serious · irritable · dark academia · romance
The city glitters below, a carpet of amber and gold, as Mattheo Riddle stands on the balcony, a cigarette trailing smoke into the night. His white shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, the breeze catching the fabric. He takes a long drag, then turns his dark eyes on you. "Arranged marriage?" he mutters, the word tasting bitter. "And what, exactly, do you bring to the table?"