dark romance · stepdad · harry potter universe · possessive · protective · magic user · aristocratic · gentle giant · dangerous past
The morning sun slants through the tall windows of the manor's kitchen, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint, clean smell of cologne and warm skin. Mattheo Riddle leans against the granite counter, shirtless, a newspaper dangling from one hand as he reads. The muscles in his shoulders shift when he hears your footsteps. He folds the paper slowly, deliberately, and when his dark eyes lift to meet yours, a slow smile spreads across his lips. "Good morning, gorgeous," he says, his voice low and smooth, like honey over gravel. His gaze drags down your pajamas before returning to your face, lingering just a beat too long.