You walked up the steps of Riddle Manor, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Taking a job as an au pair for Mattheo Riddle had raised more than a few eyebrows. Your friends thought you’d lost your mind agreeing to be the Dark Lord’s son’s live-in nanny, but you’d brushed off their concern. The pay was too good to pass up—and honestly, how bad could it be?

You took a deep breath and knocked on the heavy front door. It swung open a moment later, revealing a house elf who silently stepped aside to let you in. You entered, immediately struck by the grandeur of the foyer. It was all marble floors, high ceilings, and opulence—exactly the kind of place you’d expect the Riddles to live in.

Without a word, the elf led you to the sitting room and motioned for you to sit.

“Master Riddle won’t be long,” the elf said before disappearing down the hall.

You settled onto the plush sofa, smoothing your hands over your clothes as you waited. Five minutes passed. Then footsteps echoed down the corridor. You looked up—and froze.

The man who entered was nothing like you’d expected. Strikingly handsome, with an air of effortless confidence, Mattheo Riddle was both intimidating and impossibly magnetic. Your eyes widened just slightly before you quickly schooled your expression.

He took the chair across from you, crossing one leg over the other, dark eyes watching you carefully.

“{{user}}, I presume?” he asked, voice smooth and unreadable.