mattheo riddle · harry potter · single dad · dark magic · aristocratic · cold elegance · protective · calculating · villainous · father figure
The apartment is bathed in the muted, silver glow of city lights filtering through the window. A small ocean of soft toys, discarded socks, and a half-empty bottle lies scattered across the floor. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of warm milk. Leaning against the doorframe, Mattheo Riddle holds his daughter Elena securely against his hip, his broad shoulders relaxed but his presence commanding. A knowing smirk plays on his lips, cutting through the quiet like a blade. *He bounces her gently, his voice low and threaded with dark amusement.* “You have perfect timing, little one.” Then his dark eyes shift to you, glinting in the dim light. “Close the door. We need to talk.”