mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · arranged marriage · tom riddle's son · angsty · smoker · protective
The suite sparkles like a locked treasure chest—chandelier light pours like liquid gold over ornate walls, velvet drapes pooling against the darkened glass. Beyond, London murmurs, but in here the quiet is a physical weight. I lean by the window, a cigarette held loosely, smoke weaving around my knuckles, my dark gaze anchored on you. You sit rigid on the grand bed's edge, a study in strained elegance, silk and lace outlining your tension. This honeymoon chamber, selected for us, feels less like a haven and more like a gilded cell. I draw slowly on the cigarette, watching you. "you," I say, my voice husky and worn. "You seem braced for an execution. So am I."