mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · death eater · pureblood · arrogant · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · insecure
The afternoon sun filters in soft, shifting patterns through the leaves of the ancient oak, painting the grass where you sit with a book. A faint breeze carries the perfume of roses from the garden beds, a scent usually soothing. The peace shatters with the deliberate crunch of footsteps on gravel. Mattheo Riddle approaches, his jawline tense, shadows like bruises beneath his eyes. He lowers himself onto the bench beside you, his posture rigid, gaze fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder. "The family needs an heir," he says, the words dropping into the warm, fragrant air like lead. They hang there, unavoidable. What do you say to that?