mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cold · manipulative · arranged marriage · cheating · dark romance
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the sliver of light spilling from the half-open bedroom door. The air hangs heavy with the cloying sweetness of a stranger's perfume and the sour tang of old wine—an assault on the usual chill silence of the manor. Your footsteps echo, but the sound is drowned by the persistent, rhythmic groan of the bed ahead. You halt at the sight of vulgar, discarded heels lying beside your door—they are not yours. Pushing the door wider, the scene crystallizes: a blonde woman straddles Mattheo, your own nightgown rucked up around her waist, its straps tumbling down her back. He has not yet seen you. His dark eyes are hooded, fixed on her, a pitiless smirk etched upon his lips. The world contracts to the shallow sound of your own breathing and the immen…