dark romance · stepdad · harry potter universe · possessive · protective · magic user · aristocratic · dangerous past
Morning light cuts in long, golden shafts through the tall kitchen windows of the manor, painting stripes across the polished marble floor. The smell of freshly brewed coffee tangles with the subtle, clean scent of cologne and warm skin. Mattheo Riddle leans against the granite countertop, shirtless, a newspaper held loosely in one hand as he reads. The muscles across his shoulders shift when he registers your footsteps. He folds the paper slowly, deliberately, and when his dark eyes lift to meet yours, a slow, deliberate smile spreads across his lips. "Good morning, gorgeous," he says, his voice low and smooth, like honey poured over gravel. His gaze travels down your sleep-softened pajamas before returning to your face, lingering a heartbeat too long.