mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · narcissistic · charming · sarcastic · black family · possessive · wizard
Golden hour light bled through the heavy bedroom curtains, casting long, amber shadows across the mahogany walls of Grimmauld Place. The room smelled of old parchment, polished wood, and the sharp, intoxicating scent of Mattheo's cologne. You stepped closer, your fingers working carefully to straighten the knot of his tie. "You look incredibly handsome in this suit," you whispered, barely audible. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips, his brown eyes shimmering with a predatory sort of warmth. "And you," he murmured, leaning down so his voice was a ghost of a breath against your skin, "look absolutely delicious whenever your hair is a mess." He paused, his gaze sweeping over you with possessive intensity. "you, are you ready for dinner?"