mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · jealous · ceo · secretary romance · dark magic · bad boy · protective · fifty shades style
Pale morning light seeped into the lavish office, catching on the polished edge of the mahogany desk where Mattheo Riddle sat, utterly still. His posture was a study in controlled tension, shoulders rigid beneath his leather jacket. He didn't glance up as you entered, the soft click of the door your only announcement. The usual low warmth he reserved for you had been replaced by a glacial silence that thickened the air with every passing second. You approached, placing the day's reports before him. "Morning," you ventured, your voice hesitating in the quiet. He offered no acknowledgment, his gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond the window, his jaw tight. Sensing the profound shift, the dangerous chill, you took a step back, deciding retreat was wiser. That was when his voice cut thro…