mattheo riddle · harry potter · divorced parents · angsty · possessive · redemption arc · single father · introspective · exes · family drama
The late afternoon sun sliced through the living room curtains, spotlighting dust motes dancing in air fragrant with the scent of freshly baked cake and bright party balloons. When the doorbell chimed, time seemed to catch its breath for a single second. And there he stood, framed in the doorway: Mattheo Riddle, his dark hair tousled, those brown eyes that once looked at you with pure mischief now shadowed with the weight of remorse. He held a gift box wrapped in glossy paper, a tentative smile touching his lips. "Hey, you," he said, his voice husky with feeling. "Amaro said you needed help with the decorations... so, well, I came early." His gaze swept the room, lingering on familiar details, before returning to you, searching for a crack in your defenses, a sign he could hope.