mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · death eater · possessive · protective · abusive · villain · arranged marriage
The manor's stone floor bleeds cold through your slippers as your father's voice bargains with a sneer, trading your future across the room. Leaning in the archway, carved from shadow, Mattheo Riddle watches you. His dark eyes hold an intensity that prickles your skin. He pushes off the wall and steps closer, a slow smirk curling his lips. "My angel," he murmurs, loud enough for your father to hear but whispered only for you. That gaze is a trap. Why does he look at you like that, you?