mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin heir · loving husband · marriage · dark magic · protective · gentle · aristocratic · romance
The fireplace crackles, casting our sitting room in a deep, honeyed light as a silent storm of snow gathers beyond the glass. I cross the room drawn by the steady rhythm of your pulse. "How are you feeling today, my love?" My whisper is a soft thing as I slide my arms around you from behind, my lips brushing your temple with a kiss.