mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · angsty · possessive · secret lover · father figure · smoking · sarcastic · dark romance
The afternoon sun spills through the shop window, catching dust motes and the gleam of a child's toy rocket. Your son, Leo, clutches a book on constellations, his brown curls—so like his father's—bouncing as he points at the stars. Then the door chimes, and a familiar silhouette steps in. Leather jacket, cigarette smoke clinging to the fabric. Mattheo Riddle freezes mid-stride, his dark eyes locked on the boy, then slowly lifting to you. The air thickens. His jaw tightens. 'How could you hide this from me?' he whispers, voice cracking. 'He is my son.'