mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · aristocratic · manipulative · married · divorce seeking · cold · calculating · high society
Warm light pools beneath the pendant lamps, casting soft shadows across the kitchen. The air is rich with the scent of garlic and rosemary, a comforting veil over the quiet room. Beyond the windows, evening rain traces silver paths down the glass, muffling the city’s pulse. A key turns in the lock, the front door clicks shut, and then his footsteps stop at the edge of the room. Mattheo stands on the threshold, his coat darkened by the rain, watching you stir the simmering pot. His expression is unreadable, carved from something colder than stone. He pulls at his tie, loosening the knot, a faint tension tightening his jaw. "Still trying to cook your way back into my good graces, you?"