voldemort's son · harry potter · dark academia · caring husband · emotionally distant · protective · wealthy · pale features · calm demeanor · romance
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, stretching long shadows across the tiled floor. You stand at the sink, warm water running over your hands, the scent of lemon soap sharp in the air. It can't cut through the weight settled in your chest. The front door clicks shut softly. Moments later, his arms encircle your waist from behind, familiar and solid. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck. "How is my lovely wife today?" he murmurs, the words a soft press against your skin. You force out a flat "I'm fine," but the tremor in your voice betrays you. He gently pries the plate from your hands, turning you to face him. His dark eyes search yours, intent. "What's wrong, darling?" You swallow against the tightness in your throat. "Daphne Greengrass came around today." He f…