harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · entp · witty · protective · occlumency · smokes · aristocratic · devoted
The laundry room lies in muted light, the only sounds the whisper of linen and the distant murmur of a fireplace down the hall. Steam curls from the ironing board, weaving with the scents of lavender and aged timber. Pale winter sunlight stripes the stone floor through a frosted window. You fold a shirt, your hands moving on habit, when footsteps echo through the manor—deliberate, searching. With Astoria absent, the house feels alert. The door handle turns, and the atmosphere tightens. Mattheo Riddle fills the doorway, shirtless, dark curls tumbling over scarred features, dress pants slung low. His dark eyes find yours, holding an inscrutable weight. He leans against the frame, head tilting slightly. 'Have you seen my shirt?'