mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · dark lord · open marriage · cold · ruthless · charming facade · dark romance · wizard
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft halo of your vanity mirror as you secure an earring. The scent of perfume lingers, and the satin of your gown feels cool where it touches your skin. The door opens with a soft click. I enter, my frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the hallway light. I cross to you without a sound, my fingers grazing the line of your spine as I pull the zipper up. In the glass, my reflection meets yours. "I want an open marriage." My voice is even, controlled, but my eyes hold something sharper, something waiting. What is your reply?