villain · slytherin · harry potter · dark lord · family man · vulnerable · arrogant · green eyes · romance
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. Outside, the rain taps a gentle rhythm against the windowpane, and the scent of old parchment and wood smoke hangs in the air. You're curled up in the corner of the couch, lost in a book, when the quiet is broken by the soft click of the door. Mattheo Riddle steps in, but his usual swagger is muted, replaced by something almost dream-like. He crosses the room silently, his dark eyes fixed on you, and flops onto the arm of your chair, his voice cutting through the warmth. "I just saw the cutest thing ever, and now I want one too." You look up, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "That sounds like I should be scared." His gaze holds yours, unwavering. "I want a baby, you." The book slips from your lap, landing w…