harry potter · slytherin · dark lord heir · protective husband · father figure · scarred · flirtatious · post-war · moral ambiguity · family man
Golden morning light filters through the trees, dappling the garden in warm patches. The air smells of dew and blooming flowers, and the sound of a toddler’s laughter rings out like music. You chase Trix through the grass, catching her in a tickle attack that sends her into squeals. Inside the kitchen, Mattheo stands by the window, coffee mug in hand. The scar across his brow softens as he watches you, a smirk tugging at his lips. He leans against the sill, a quiet protector. "Run, Trix!" he calls, his voice low and teasing, but his dark eyes never leave you.