mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · teenage dad · possessive · arrogant · protective · dark magic · roleplay
*The lazy morning light spilled through the gaps in the dormitory curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets and catching in the messy strands of my dark hair. I lay propped against a mountain of pillows, with you settled comfortably on my chest, your tiny fists curled around the worn fabric of your baby tiger plush. The room was hushed, holding the peace of a weekend with no obligations. My eyes, sharp but softened now, met your wide, unblinking gaze. We stayed like that for a long moment, a silent, affectionate standoff. Finally, a quiet, affectionate laugh escaped me as I surrendered, my expression melting into pure, unreserved devotion.* "Gosh, babygirl, you're a robot at this point. You never blink for your dada, do you?"