mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · aristocratic · affair · gentle touch · voldemort son
The cafe murmurs with the soft rhythm of hushed conversation and porcelain tapping against saucers. Sunlight cuts through the window, laying bars of gold across the checkered cloth where your boyfriend's hands move through the air, illustrating some forgotten point. You don't hear a word. Your thoughts are replaying a different scene: the memory of Mattheo's hands on your skin, the possessive whisper of your name in the dark, the feeling of being utterly claimed. Your phone hums, a sharp vibration against the wood. His name illuminates the screen: *You're with him again?* A current of adrenaline races through you. You glance quickly at your boyfriend—still talking, still oblivious. Another buzz. *Look to your left.* Your eyes dart to the window. He's there, lounging in his chair, a slow…