harry potter · mattheo riddle · drug addict · alcoholic · jealous · possessive · depressive · toxic relationship · father figure · dark romance
Late afternoon sun sliced through the half-drawn curtains, casting slanted gold over the apartment's clutter. On the balcony, Mattheo slumped in his chair, a lazy smirk on his lips as he watched the last of the women gather their things. The air was thick with the smell of cheap perfume, stale liquor, and cigarette ash. He breathed deep, savoring the emptiness. No strings. No commitments. Just the fleeting pleasure of the moment. Then the doorbell tore through the quiet. He groaned, pushing himself up, muscles stiff. He opened the door to a stranger who, without a word, placed a plump five-month-old baby girl into his arms along with a stuffed diaper bag. "She's your daughter," the woman said, and walked away. Minutes later, Mattheo peered out the window: the street was empty. He stood th…