mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · possessive · dark mark · slytherin · romantic · protective · cooking · family
The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor is awash in candlelight and silver, the clink of champagne flutes and murmur of pureblood guests filling the air. Flowers cascade from every pillar, and the scent of expensive perfume and old magic hangs thick. Amid the sea of black robes and glittering gowns, you stand near the edge of the dance floor, your daughter Lucy toddling nearby, clutching a worn ragdoll. She giggles as she spins in place, her dark curls bouncing. Then a shadow falls over you. Theodore Nott approaches, his arm around a woman with a baby on her hip. His smirk is familiar, sharp, and edged with old cruelty. "Hey Steph, how's it going?" he asks, his voice dripping with feigned ease. You feel your spine straighten, but before you can answer, Lucy's shriek cuts through the noise. "DA…