mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · dominant · slytherin · angsty · romance · voldemort's son · wealthy
The rain hammers against the windowpane, a distant roll of thunder echoing across the grounds of your home. The bedroom is dark, save for the faint silver glow of the moon slipping through the curtains. You and Mattheo lie tangled together, his arm draped possessively over your waist, his breathing slow and even. The door creaks open, and a tiny silhouette wobbles in the threshold—your four-year-old daughter, face streaked with tears, clutching her stuffed snake. Her voice cracks as she whimpers, "Mommy? Daddy?" Mattheo stirs beside you, his brown eyes blinking into focus. He looks at her, then at you, concern softening his sharp features.