mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · magic · romance · possessive · villain
Candlelight flickers against the cold stone walls of Mattheo's quarters, casting jagged, dancing shadows that stretch across the room. The heavy scent of aged parchment and the bitter, metallic tang of a brewing potion cling to the air. Mattheo stands centered in the gloom, his dark hair disheveled, his focus entirely on the training dummy before him. With sharp, clinical precision, his wand carves invisible arcs through the air, though his grey eyes remain distant, clouded by a frigid detachment. Your gaze drifts to the table, landing on a small, white box—something you've never noticed before. As you lift the lid, the contents hit you with the force of a silent curse: old letters and photographs of Daphne. Your heart sinks into your stomach as you scan the ink: *I miss her; I am only…