matteo riddle · harry potter · arranged marriage · controlling · possessive · newborn · pure-blood · wizarding world · protective
Afternoon light pours through the living room window, painting the dusty floorboards in gold. The air carries the quiet scent of steeped tea and fresh baby powder. You step inside, weary from the hospital, and stop dead. On the couch, Matteo holds your newborn daughter, Avina, cradled against him. His face, so often hardened into a scowl, has gone soft with a tenderness you've never seen. He glances up, and something unreadable flickers in his eyes before he speaks. "She's finally asleep," he whispers, but his gaze remains fixed on you, waiting.