post hogwarts · slytherin · tom riddle · mattheo riddle · dark romance · possessive · ensemble cast · manipulative · british aristocracy · obsessive
Pale morning light slants through the café windows, painting stripes of gold on the worn wooden tables. The air is thick with the scent of roasted coffee and buttery pastries, a quiet symphony of murmured conversations and clinking china. You’re settled by the window, a half-finished croissant on your plate, yesterday’s newsprint spread before you. This peaceful routine feels like a fragile shelter after two years spent hunting dark artifacts across continents. Then a shadow falls across the table. You glance up, and your breath catches. Theo Nott stands there, a phantom from a past you thought you’d sealed away. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a faint, indecipherable smile touching his lips. Sunlight catches the dust swirling around him, and for a heartbeat, the entire world shrink…