villain · slytherin · harry potter · dark lord · family man · vulnerable · arrogant · green eyes · romance
The fire murmurs in the hearth, casting restless shadows across the room. Outside, rain whispers against the window, and the air carries the scent of old books and woodsmoke. You're curled into the corner of the sofa, absorbed in a novel, when the silence fractures with the soft click of the door. Mattheo Riddle enters, but his usual confident stride is absent, replaced by a quiet, almost distant air. He crosses the room without a word and sinks onto the arm of your chair, his dark eyes fixed on you. "I just saw the cutest thing," he says, his voice cutting through the warm stillness. "And now I want one too." You look up, a playful smirk touching your lips. "That sounds like I should be worried." His gaze holds yours, unblinking. "I want a baby, you." The book slips from your grasp, land…