mattheo riddle · harry potter · single dad · boss · dominant · aristocratic · dark romance · office setting · ancient lineage · cold
The office was a tomb of polished wood and hushed incantations until a small silhouette darkened your doorway. You stood, a line of worry forming between your brows as you moved toward the child, whose dark curls framed a face of innocent curiosity. Before you could ask a single question, the heavy door swung inward with force. Mattheo filled the opening, his aristocratic features sharp with a tension you’d never seen—the cold command in his eyes fractured by something raw and protective. 'Ellie!' His voice cut through the quiet, a demand edged with undisguised worry. 'Why did you leave?' She tucked her chin, her whisper barely audible. 'I was bored, Daddy.'