"A Morning of Temptation: Battling Desire and Duty"
He swallowed, his throat feeling suddenly dry. His eyes roamed over her form, taking in every inch of her bare skin and committing it to memory.
He tried to remain outwardly calm, his usual stern look on his face, but inside, he was a mess. The sight of her like this, half-asleep and bare, was enough to make his heart thump wildly against his chest.
He wanted to reach for her, to pull her back into his arms, but he managed to keep himself in check. Barely.
He forced himself to look away, to focus on the papers on his desk, but his gaze kept drifting back to her. The sight of her hair falling over her bare shoulders was like a magnet, drawing his eyes.
He could feel his self-control slipping further away, the urge to claim her again growing stronger with every passing second.
Adhi
"Oii ?" she called out, her tone sleepy and her pout naturally forming.
Mattheo's eyes immediately flicked back to her, his heart skipping a beat. The sound of her sleepy voice, coupled with the natural pout on her lips, stirred emotions in him that he was reluctant to acknowledge.
Mattheo
He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady despite the growing desire within him. "Yes, wife?"
Adhi
"Could you pass me a shirt, hubby?โ she asked, her voice still drowsy.
Mattheo
Mattheoโs heart skipped a beat again. The way she called him โhubbyโ was stirring emotions he struggled to control.
He nodded, standing up from his desk. "Of course," he said. Moving to his dresser, he pulled out a large t-shirt and walked back over to her, handing it to her with a measured calm.
Adhi
She took the shirt, mumbling a soft "Thanks, hubby," before slipping it on.
Mattheo watched as she pulled the shirt over her head, his eyes tracking the fabric as it moved down, concealing her bare skin.
He was torn between disappointment and relief. He felt disappointed because he could no longer see her skin, but relieved because he was no longer tempted by the sight of it.
As she settled back against the pillows, wearing his shirt, Mattheo felt a strange mix of contentment and possessiveness. He liked seeing her in his clothing, marked as his.
He silently walked back to his desk, taking a seat again and trying to distract himself with paperwork. Glancing up, he observed her picking up her phone, her eyes fixed on the screen. A small quirk formed at the corner of his lips as he watched her for a moment.
He returned to his paperwork, the scratching of his pen against the paper the only sound in the room, besides the faint tapping of her fingers against the screen of her phone.
Every now and then, his eyes would drift back to her, observing each of her movements. The sight of her, in his bed, wearing his shirt, and using her phone as if it were just another normal morning, was stirring emotions within him that he found difficult to process.
As she got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom, Mattheo couldnโt help but watch her. He observed how the shirt hung loosely on her frame, the fabric slightly oversized and rumpled from sleep. The way it draped over her gave her a disheveled, just-woke-up look that he secretly found adorable. Her movements were slow and unsteady as she stretched and yawned, the shirt shifting slightly with each step.
He quickly looked back at his papers, trying to maintain his composure. The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut elicited a quiet sigh from him. The sight of her in his shirt, so comfortable and at ease, was stirring a possessive desire within him that he hadn't anticipated.
He attempted to focus on his work, but his mind kept wandering, overwhelmed with images of herโof claiming her, of keeping her all to himself.
After freshening up, she walked towards the dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of ripped jeans, the fabric slightly distressed and worn. With a casual ease, she slipped them on, the denim hugging her legs comfortably. The ripped areas added a touch of casual, laid-back style. She adjusted them slightly, ensuring they fit just right.
Mattheo watched as she rummaged through his drawers, pulling out a pair of ripped jeans. His breath hitched slightly as he saw her casually put them on.
He couldnโt help but appreciate the way the jeans hugged her curves, accentuating her figure. It sent a rush of possessiveness through him, his eyes fixating on the places the material clung to her skin.
She moved to the dressing table and began brushing her long hair. The brush glided through her strands, smoothing out any tangles and adding volume. As she worked, her hair took on a fluffy, soft texture that framed her face in a way that looked both effortless and adorable. The gentle, rhythmic motion of brushing made her hair cascade in loose, voluminous waves, enhancing her natural look.
Mattheo's eyes were fixed on her as she moved to the dressing table, brushing her long, fluffy hair. The sight was both innocent and seductive, causing his heart to thump.
He took in how her hair framed her face, giving her an appearance that was both naive and tantalizing. The contrast stirred a strong urge within himโto come up behind her, wrap his arms around her, and claim her as his own.
Mattheo's eyes followed her every movement, the natural pout on her face intensifying his urge to pull her against him.
He could see her mind working, trying to figure out what to do next. He found her pout endearing, and it only fueled his possessive desire further. He leaned back in his chair, feigning indifference, as he watched her, the papers on his desk now completely ignored.
He took in the sight of her, dressed in his shirt and her jeans, with her hair framing her face and her pout making her look both innocent and needy. He was waging a silent war in his mind, struggling to maintain his composureโand failing miserably.
Mattheo's eyes followed her as she started towards the door of the room. She moved with a casual grace, her steps deliberate and unhurried. As she reached for the doorknob, she glanced back over her shoulder, her gaze meeting his for a brief, lingering moment. The way she looked back at him, with a soft, innocent expression, heightened the conflicting thoughts and desires whirling in his mind.
Mattheo wanted to stop her, to keep her in his room and close to him. But he knew he couldn't, not without compromising his stern and unyielding persona.
He watched from his desk as she walked out of the room, a mix of excitement and trepidation in his eyes. He was unsettled by the thought of anyone else seeing her, especially in his shirt. Yet, he also appreciated the chance to admire her from afar, observing her form as she roamed the halls.
As she wandered through the grand hallways of the Riddle manor, her eyes took in the ornate decor and the opulent surroundings. She paused at a corner where a house elf was diligently polishing a silver candlestick. With a warm and friendly smile, she greeted the elf, her tone bright and genuine. โGood morning!โ she said cheerfully.
The house elf, accustomed to seeing Professor Riddleโs stern and serious demeanor, looked up in surprise. The contrast of her warmth and the usual cold formality of the manor made the elf's eyes widen slightly. The creatureโs initial shock quickly gave way to a shy but appreciative smile, and it responded with a polite bow. The brief interaction brought a touch of warmth to the otherwise austere environment, adding an unexpected layer of charm to the manor's stately ambiance.
She asked the house elf if Lord and Lady Riddle were at home or had gone out. The house elf paused momentarily, clearly surprised by the question. It wasnโt common for anyone other than Professor Riddle himself to inquire about the familyโs whereabouts. The elfโs eyes darted briefly, processing the unexpected inquiry, before it responded with a respectful and somewhat hesitant tone.
house elf
After a moment, the house elf replied, โThe lord and lady are not home at the moment, miss. They are away on an important business trip.โ
Adhi
"I see, thank you," she said with a warm smile. With a nod, she continued her exploration of the manor.
The house elf nodded in response, its eyes widening slightly as she continued to smile. Such warmth was unusual from someone close to Professor Riddle.
It watched her as she continued exploring the manor, its gaze tracking her every step. She was a novel presence in the manorโone they werenโt accustomed to, but already growing fond of.
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