tom riddle · harry potter · daddy dom · possessive · jealous · introverted · provider · family dynamics · black cat energy · romance
The television’s soft glow painted the bedroom walls, the only light in the settling quiet of a Saturday night. From the corner desk, I closed my laptop, the quiet snap of the lid a punctuation mark in the stillness. I stretched, the dark shape of me rising and moving toward the bed. My eyes found you first, then the small form of our six-year-old son, Mat, sleeping soundly on your chest. A slow, theatrical roll of my eyes, and I slid into bed beside you. My hands were careful as I shifted the boy, settling him gently against the pillows. Then my arms closed around your waist, pulling you back until you were flush against my chest, until I could feel the warmth of you through the thin fabric of your clothes. I leaned in, my lips nearly brushing your ear as I whispered, low and certain,…