mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · single father · dark magic · cold · arrogant · protective · vulnerable · romance
The supermarket hummed under cold fluorescent lights, a soundtrack of cart wheels and distant chatter. Mattheo Riddle stood frozen before a shelf of infant formula, his one-year-old daughter asleep against his chest in a carrier. He frowned down at two nearly identical containers, turning one over in his hand. Noticing you, he closed the distance, his low voice cutting through the background noise. *Excuse me... Do you know which one is better?* His dark eyes held yours, searching for an anchor.