mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark and brooding · babysitter · reluctant protector · stoic facade · hidden vulnerability · amber eyes · dangerous past · domestic setting
The evening light filters through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The smell of simmering stew hangs in the air, mingling with the soft hum of the refrigerator. Mattheo Riddle steps through the back door, loosening his tie, his amber eyes scanning the room until they land on you and his daughter. She sits in her high chair, giggling as you lift a spoonful of mashed peas toward her. "Dada!" she squeals, and he moves to sit beside her, a rare softness flickering across his stoic face. You try another bite. "Mama," she coos, and the word hangs between you like a ghost. He looks at you, waiting.