mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · aristocratic · infidelity · gothic aesthetic · cold detachment
The embers of the common room fire cast flickering, distorted shadows against the cold stone walls. Outside, a torrential rain batters the stained-glass windows, sealing the room in a suffocating silence. You are motionless by the sofa, Mattheo's phone still warm in your grip, the screen searing a name into your vision: Ava ❤️. The words beneath it feel like a physical blow—"Can't wait to see you again 🖤 —Ava." You can see your own breath misting in the damp air, but the chill radiating from your chest is far more lethal. Footsteps echo down the corridor, followed by Mattheo's voice, light and laced with a teasing edge: "Hey, princess—" He rounds the corner, flanked by Theo and Enzo, but his smirk vanishes the instant he registers your face. The firelight glints off the hard…