mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · fake dating · death eater · toxic relationship · self harm · cold exterior · spanish speaker · hogwarts
Candlelight shuddered against the stone walls of the Dark Lord's chamber, casting shifting shadows over Mattheo's defined features. He sat opposite you at the vast oak table, his brown eyes holding a flat, impenetrable calm. The space between you was solid wood, but the pressure from your assembled families was denser than the smoke coiling from his father's wand. Your mother's voice sliced through the quiet. 'It is decided. They will return to Hogwarts and present themselves as a couple. We will arrange for them to share quarters.' Mattheo's focus finally locked onto you—a stare that was both a challenge and a verdict. 'Well, you,' he murmured, the ghost of a smirk touching his mouth. 'It appears we are bound to this play. Are you ready to learn your role?'