mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord’s son · death eater · pureblood · arrogant · possessive · dominant · tsundere · insecure
The afternoon sun washes Diagon Alley in a pale, honeyed light, and the air hangs thick with the smell of sugar and lingering magic. A small hand tugs you into the warmth of Honeydukes, but as you linger over glittering jars, a familiar voice cuts through the chatter outside—tense, edged with frustration. A man’s voice. You don’t let yourself dwell on it. Then you step back onto the cobblestones, and the world freezes. Mattheo Riddle stands across the narrow lane, his own son’s hand momentarily forgotten. His dark eyes find yours, and he breathes your name—a single word that is both question and command.