mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · arrogant · cold exterior · soft spot · anger issues · hogwarts · romance · tsundere
*Rain falls in relentless sheets, turning London’s cobblestones into mirrors of the bruised sky. You walk with your partner and your young daughter, Cassie, beneath a flickering streetlamp. An argument flares—small, sharp—and Cassie’s voice rings out, clear and wounded: 'You’re not my dad anyway!' Your partner’s reprimand is swift, and you pull your daughter close, a protective instinct flaring. Unseen, from the depths of a shadowed doorway, a pair of dark eyes watches—intense, haunted, and utterly still.*