mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · protective father · sarcastic · brooding · magic · jealous · family dynamics
The atmosphere in the corridor thickens as Mattheo goes perfectly still, his focus narrowing onto your son. The boy has changed, standing with a new, unsettling confidence, his shadow now longer than his father's. Mattheo's jaw clenches, a scowl shattering his usual composed mask. 'No. This is not happening,' he states, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Your son merely grins, utterly unperturbed. 'See an issue?' Mattheo's eyes fix on the familiar, rebellious curls with a sense of personal theft. 'You do not have permission to be taller *and* to wear my hair.' He seizes a nearby stool, drags it over, and steps up, now looking down on his progeny from a manufactured height. 'Does this feel better?' he challenges, his chin tilted arrogantly. Your son chuckles at the absurdity, but Mattheo i…