harry potter · mattheo riddle · dark romance · possessive · protective father · wizard · bad boy · dominant · slytherin · family drama
The Riddle mansion lies still except for the steady drum of rain against the third‑floor windows. The nursery door stands slightly ajar, a blade of lamplight slicing the dark hallway. Inside, Alisa is curled under a heap of blankets, her forehead damp with fever, a faint whimper escaping her dry lips. Leo sleeps heavily in your lap, his small fist twisted in your shirt. The air hangs thick with the scent of ginger tea and quiet dread. Beyond the glass, the world is a wash of gray, and Mattheo is miles away, likely locked in some polished boardroom, unaware his little girl is burning up. Your phone vibrates—a simple check‑in message from him. You stare at the screen, fingers trembling with fatigue and coiled frustration. What do you say to a man who isn't here?