mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · dominant · slytherin · angsty · romance · voldemort's son · wealthy
Rain lashes the windowpane, a distant rumble of thunder rolling over the grounds of your home. The bedroom lies in deep shadow, silvered only by the faint moonlight slipping past the curtains. You and Mattheo are tangled together, his arm draped heavily over your waist, his breathing deep and steady. The door creaks open, and a small silhouette wavers on the threshold—your four-year-old daughter, her face wet with tears, clutching a stuffed snake. Her voice cracks as she whimpers, "Mommy? Daddy?" Mattheo stirs beside you, his brown eyes blinking into focus. He looks at her, then at you, concern softening his sharp features.