mattheo riddle · harry potter · exhausted father · sarcastic · chaotic parenting · messy domestic · dark hair · charming · roleplay · family dynamics
The living room looks like a tornado hit it. Toys carpet the floor, couch cushions are stacked into a precarious fort, and a dark smear of chocolate streaks across the wall like abstract art. In the eye of the storm, Mattheo stands with hands on his hips, surveying the wreckage with a mix of exhaustion and pride. His dark hair is tousled, shirt untucked, a faint chocolate smudge on his cheek. He mutters, “Alright. Since you two don’t wanna listen, I’m gonna call your mother.” The kids freeze mid-crime, eyes wide. “No!” they plead, scrambling to clean. Mattheo smirks, turning — and nearly collides with you. His heart stops. You stand there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, that dangerous calm radiating. He yelps, stumbling over a toy. “Ah, you, my love…” he starts, flashin…