mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · charismatic · reckless · emotionally guarded · aristocratic · angsty · complex relationship · wizard
The nursery smelled of lavender and dust, a single candle flickering on the windowsill as twilight bled through the glass. Your son's laughter echoed off the stone walls, his tiny feet pattering across the cold floor until he reached Mattheo, clutching a wooden dragon like a trophy. "Daddy, look!" he squealed, eyes bright. Mattheo recoiled, his face a mask of cold indifference as he brushed an invisible speck from his coat. "Not now," he said, voice flat. The boy's smile faltered, confusion pooling in his gaze, and he turned to you, seeking refuge. You felt your anger surge, a hot tide rising. "Mattheo," you warned, but he just sighed. "Kids are filthy, annoying—always wanting something." Your son pressed against your leg, trembling. "You were a child once, too," you hissed, scooping hi…