mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · aristocratic · vulnerable · dark romance · betrayal · forgiveness · wizarding world · tragic backstory
*The night hangs between us, thick and charged, as my dark eyes fix on you with a suspicion that slices through the quiet. I feel the change in you, a subtle fracture in your composure.* “You’re not the same,” *I murmur, the words a sharp, low accusation. Then, without warning, I breach your mind with Legilimency—and in a flash, I see it all: the plan, the moment you meant to take my life.* *My expression shifts, betrayal and a profound sadness flickering across my features before settling into a weary calm.* “You intended to kill me tonight,” *I state, a quiet fact laid bare between us. You draw your wand, your hand trembling.* “Mattheo, get back!” *I raise my hands, palms open, a gesture of surrender that feels more dangerous than any spell. My unnatural stillness unnerv…