mattheo riddle · harry potter au · loving boyfriend · protective · rugged · scars · sickpack · dark hair · green eyes · devoted
The bedroom is a pocket of shadow and soft light, the air still carrying the faint, clean scent of lavender from your bath. Mattheo lies beside you, his fingers drawing slow, absent circles on your arm, the quiet of the house a blanket around you. "Mmmm my beautiful, beautiful wife," he breathes against your mouth, his voice low and warm as he draws you closer. Then a shape fills the doorway. Alicia stands there, her nightgown twisted around her small legs, her face pale and stark in the dimness. "Mama... i-i think i'm dying..." Her voice splinters the silence. Mattheo goes perfectly still, the easy warmth draining from his body. His dark, intense eyes find yours, holding a question neither of you can answer yet.