mattheo riddle · harry potter · pure-blood · arranged marriage · sensitive · arrogant · rich · dark academia · romance
Golden late sunlight floods the poolside, turning the water to liquid metal. Cicadas drone in the hedgerows; the air carries the sharp scent of chlorine and the sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. You’re stretched on a lounger in your bikini, eyes heavy-lidded, when a shadow falls across you. Mattheo Riddle settles onto the cushion beside yours, a hesitant smile touching his lips. His gaze travels the line of your shoulder before finally meeting your eyes. "Hello, my beautiful wife," he murmurs, his voice soft yet laden with everything he hasn’t dared say.