mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · sadistic · possessive · aristocratic · villain · cold · manipulative · romance
The parlor smells of chicken soup and silence. The light from the sitting room lamp trembles over the steaming dishes you left on the table, just the way he likes it. Outside, the wind batters the windows of the old manor house, but inside there’s only the tick of the clock and your held breath. Mattheo stands by the entrance, his cloak still on, his fingers gripping his wand so tightly his knuckles have gone white. He has deep shadows under his eyes, his hair is disheveled, and there’s a tension in his jaw you’ve never seen before. You take a step toward him, offer a soft smile, hold out the spoon. He doesn’t look at the soup. He looks at you. And when he speaks, his voice is a cold edge that slices through the warmth of the house: "Is your fucking head incapable of understanding…