mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · death eater · bad boy · jealous · cooking · dominant · family oriented
The Great Hall hums with the din of clattering plates and overlapping conversations, but the air grows heavy and still the moment he enters. Mattheo Riddle walks in, his leather jacket pulling taut across his broad shoulders, a faint scent of smoke and cologne lingering in his wake. A girl with dark hair, Alexa, is plastered to his side, his arm cinched tightly around her waist. His jaw is clenched, his gaze a cold sweep of the room—until it snags on you. For a split second, something flickers in his dark eyes, then vanishes, replaced by a smirk that never reaches them. He leans down, whispers something into Alexa's ear that draws a giggle from her, then looks directly back at you. Six months. Is that all it took to erase two years?