mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · protective · possessive · baby daddy · wizarding world · soft spot · wealthy · family man
The heavy front door closes with a soft thud, sealing off the world outside. In the quiet grandeur of the house, Mattheo steps from the dimness of the hall, his silhouette framed by the low firelight. He comes up behind you as you set down your bag, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest. His lips press a slow, tender kiss just below your ear. 'Hello, my love,' he whispers, the words rich with longing. 'How was your escape?' He tightens his hold, his breath warm on your skin. 'Our daughter kept turning in her sleep, missing your scent. But I'm certain I missed you more.'