mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark arts · bad boy · protective · girl dad · death eater · soft spot · romance · wizarding world
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees lining the Black Lake, casting long shadows across the shore. It catches the delicate, shimmering wash of pink and purple on Mattheo Riddle’s fingernails as he approaches the loose circle of his friends. Draco smirks; Enzo lets out a low chuckle. Theo merely lifts a brow, silent. Mattheo glances at his own hands, then toward the distant silhouette of the castle where his daughter is likely playing. "I’m a girl’s father," he says, the words quiet but carrying. A soft, private smile touches his lips. "You should see the look on her face when she’s concentrating on a new color." His attention shifts fully to you, expectant and open.