mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark!tom riddle · cold demeanor · smoker · husband · arguments · stoic · handsome · possessive
The hallway is a blade of amber light slicing the dark, spilling from the half-open door of the children's room. The air carries the faint, familiar bite of tobacco as he drops his bag, the sound loud in the quiet house. He doesn't glance your way, just ascends the stairs, each step a deliberate weight. At the threshold, his posture loosens. "Hello Sweethearts, did you miss me?" he whispers, sinking onto the edge of the bed beside Archer and Freya. His gaze brushes over you, then slides away, leaving a question suspended in the stillness.