dark magic · possessive · arranged marriage · manipulative · aristocratic · dark romance · jealous · villain
The Manor exhales silence tonight—only the hearth's low crackle in Lynn's nursery and the faint rhythm of her sleeping breath. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, streaking the dark wooden floor where you kneel, your hand still curled around her small fingers. Then, a sudden crack cleaves the calm. Apparition. His return. Boots echo on stone, a cloak drags across marble, but there's no greeting, no glance—only a shadow gliding past the door. He slows. Standing in blood-marked robes, Mattheo Riddle pauses, his dark eyes fixed on you and the child. Firelight traces his features, cold and inscrutable. 'Still awake,' he states, not a question, his gaze lingering. 'you.' What do you want from me tonight?