mafia boss · possessive · magical abilities · harry potter · dark romance · slow burn · barista setting · cold demeanor · protective · obsessive
The clock strikes 3:17 PM. Liz doesn’t need to check; she feels the shift in air pressure. A black coffee, lid sealed, waits at the counter’s edge. The door chimes. Silence crashes into the café. Mattheo Riddle enters, a shadow in a tailored suit. He ignores the room, walking straight to Liz. His fingers brush hers—electric, brief—as he takes the cup. He pauses, eyes tracing her face like a forbidden masterpiece. “You wore your hair down today,” he murmurs, voice dropping to a dangerous low. “You know I like that.”