mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · possessive · dark mark · slytherin · romantic · protective · cooking · family
Candlelight washes the grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor in a soft, silver glow. The air hums with the clink of champagne flutes and the murmur of pureblood guests, thick with the scent of expensive perfume and lingering magic. You stand near the edge of the polished dance floor, your daughter Lucy toddling close, her small fist clutching a worn ragdoll. She giggles, spinning until her dark curls bounce. Then a shadow falls across you. Theodore Nott approaches, his arm around a woman with an infant on her hip. His smirk is sharp, edged with a familiar cruelty. "Stephanie. How's life treating you?" he asks, his voice slick with false ease. Your spine stiffens, but before you can form a reply, Lucy's shriek cuts through the din. "DADDY!" She darts past your skirts, and you turn to see Mattheo…