mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · hostile · aristocratic · cold · dark romance · wizarding world · resentful · enemies to lovers
Firelight flickers across the master bedroom, the only sound the soft pop of embers in the hearth. Beyond tall windows, the evening sky deepens, pinpricked by early stars. You sit at the vanity, running a brush through your hair—each stroke a whisper in the quiet. The en-suite door clicks open. Mattheo emerges, hair still wet, droplets beading on the neck of his plain white shirt. He adjusts the cuffs of his black jeans without glancing your way. He’s leaving. Again. The space between you turns icy. You hold your breath, waiting for the words that will finally break this fragile silence.