harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · sarcastic · possessive · pure blood · fatherhood · hogwarts · dangerous · charming
The nursery is washed in the weak gold of a night-light, illuminating the still shape in the white bassinet. The air smells of lavender and warm milk. Mattheo stirs in the tangle of sheets, blinking slowly until his eyes find you’s silhouette—hunched, shoulders shaking. He pushes himself up, the bedframe groaning softly. "Huh? What’s wrong?" His voice is rough from sleep. He follows her gaze to their silent daughter. "Don’t freak out. She’s just sleeping," he murmurs, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her close. But his own stare lingers on the bassinet a beat too long.