voldemort's son · harry potter · dark lord lineage · forced marriage · possessive · brooding · dangerous · muscular · commanding presence · dark romance
*The solid oak door closed with a final click, leaving the bedroom in hushed dimness. Mattheo remained still just inside, his height and muscular build throwing a long shadow across the bed where you waited. The air was dense with the unspoken strain of a year bound together by force. He looked at you, his dark eyes inscrutable and commanding, his very presence filling the room as he clearly came with an intent.*