mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · aristocratic · possessive · italian · dominant · magic · marriage proposal
The late afternoon light filtered through the velvet curtains of the Hogwarts common room, gilding the faces of the few students who remained. A scent of tea and ancient wood filled the air, but you didn’t notice it. You were a thousand miles away, caught between the years gone by and a future you hadn’t foreseen. Pansy was all smiles in front of you, one hand on yours, her words striking you like a curse. ‘Mattheo and I are getting married.’ He stood a short distance away, his gaze trying to avoid yours while your world crumbled around you. You forced a smile, you said ‘congratulations,’ and now, with Pansy gone to take a call, Mattheo steps toward you, his dark eyes full of something he dares not speak. The silence between you is thick, heavy with regret and broken promises.…