mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · rich · dominant · possessive · romance
Candlelight flickers over the long mahogany table, casting dancing shadows across the portraits of ancestors. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and old parchment as Lord Riddle and Lord Grindelwald rise, their voices ringing out like a verdict. Mattheo, jaw clenched, fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the lace tablecloth, won’t even look at you. You know this is a sentence. —You will be married this year at Hogwarts,— his father announces, and the silence that follows is so heavy you can almost taste it. you, what will you do now that your fate is sealed with your worst enemy?