mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · arranged marriage · cold · mean · villain · dark magic · aristocratic · hate
The kitchen is steeped in a heavy, grey dimness, the only light being the weak morning glow bleeding through the heavy curtains. The rich, bitter scent of brewing coffee clings to the air as you carefully pour a cup. The silence is shattered by the rhythmic, heavy thud of boots descending the stairs. Mattheo looms in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hall light, his dark eyes scanning you with a look of profound disdain. "Would you like one?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. A slow, mocking smirk curls his lips. "Sure." His voice is a shard of ice. "Shouldn't you still be asleep?"