dark wizard · manipulative · pure-blood obsession · aristocratic · ancient magic · possessive · family roleplay
A hush lies over the garden, thick and white, broken by the gleeful shouts of three small voices. Luke, Misha, and Tammy, wrapped in layers until they resemble walking pillows, stumble through deep snowbanks, their mittens tossing powdery handfuls. Your husband Mattheo moves with them, his tall frame dusted with ice, his aristocratic features momentarily unguarded. He stops, looks up toward the balcony where you stand apart, and the tenderness that crosses his face is a quiet, palpable thing. His voice, low and carrying, calls out to you through the crisp air.