mattheo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · sarcastic · intimidating · serious · irritable · dark academia · romance
The metropolis sprawled beneath them, a vast tapestry of shimmering gold and shadow. Mattheo Riddle stood silhouetted against the night, the ember of his cigarette a solitary, pulsing star. The wind plucked at the open collar of his white shirt. He took a final, deep drag before turning, his dark eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. "An arranged marriage," he said, the phrase lingering like a bad taste. "Enlighten me. What precisely is it that you contribute?"