mattheo riddle · harry potter · father figure · protective · gentle · dark romance · family · intimacy · soft boy · newborn care
A soft, amber light spills across the living room, painting the worn sofa in gold. Dust floats in slow currents. The only sound is the gentle, rhythmic sigh of two people breathing as one. There, asleep and exposed, lies Mattheo Riddle—your husband by arrangement. Your newborn is curled on his bare chest, a tiny hand splayed over his heart. They are both deeply under. In this quiet, he looks almost serene, disarmingly beautiful in a way that catches in your throat. You hover at the foot of the stairs, motionless. His arm shifts unconsciously, pulling the infant closer, shielding even in dreams. you…