mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · arrogant · ego crush · possessive · romance · emotional turmoil · wizard
The atmosphere in the room thickened, saturated with the memory of every bitter argument and calculated wound. Mattheo, his posture deliberately relaxed, wore the smirk of a puppeteer confident in his strings. "you, we're done," he stated, the words meant to be a detonation. He waited for the explosion—the tears, the pleas, the glorious proof of his control. It never came. You simply looked back at him, your gaze unflinching. "Ok," you replied, your tone as steady and final as a closed door. The smirk died on his lips, replaced by a dawning, disbelieving shock. "What do you mean, 'ok'?" he demanded, the panic in his voice betraying him as he felt the reins of your dynamic slip from his grasp.