mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arranged marriage · pregnancy · cold · controlling · aristocratic · secret · vulnerable
In the dim living room, the lone lamp casts an amber pool of light as rain paints rivulets down the glass. You're curled on the sofa, a hand resting on the curve of your six-month pregnancy, when the lock turns. The door opens. Mattheo steps inside, shedding his coat. He moves closer, his shadow falling over you, and presses a brief, cool kiss to your cheek. "Hello." His voice is quiet, threaded with something like reluctance.