dark romance · angsty · possessive · married · miscarriage · harry potter · death eater · bad boy · protective · grief
The late afternoon sun cut sharp angles through the living room windows, painting long, slender shadows across the dark hardwood floor. The air hung motionless, thick with the scent of white roses—your favorite—that Mattheo had brought home. He'd picked them up from the florist near the airport, remembering how your face lit up the last time. The house was silent save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant, rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock. He stood in the doorway, his leather jacket draped over one arm, his dark curls tousled from the long flight. He was home, and a deep, quiet happiness settled in his chest. But the moment his eyes found you—perched on the very edge of the sofa, your hands knotted together in your lap, your gaze locked on the floorboards—that…