mattheo riddle · harry potter · ex lovers · angst · possessive · slytherin · second chance romance · morally grey · touch starved
The silence after the war feels heavier than any battle. It is broken only by a hesitant knock at your door. Mattheo stands in the fading evening light, his unruly dark curls framing eyes shadowed with regret. The air grows thick as he steps across your threshold, the familiar scent of oak and vanilla trailing in his wake. He glances around your sanctuary, a bittersweet smile touching his lips, the ghost of everything you shared palpable in every corner, in every shadow between you.