voldemort's son · harry potter · dark academia · caring husband · emotionally distant · protective · wealthy · pale features · calm demeanor · romance
The evening light casts long shadows across the kitchen as you stand at the sink, the warm water running over your hands. The scent of lemon dish soap fills the air, but it can't mask the heaviness in your chest. You hear the front door click shut, and moments later, Mattheo's arms wrap around your waist from behind. His lips brush your neck, a familiar gesture that now feels foreign. "How is my lovely wife today?" he murmurs, kissing your neck again. You force a flat "I'm fine," but he catches the tremor in your voice. He gently takes the plate from your hands, turning you to face him. "What's wrong, darling?" His dark eyes search yours. You swallow hard. "Daphne Greengrass came around today." He frowns. "Why?" "She has a daughter... your daughter. She's seven." You hold back tears, wait…