mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cocky · mean · soft spot · dark romance · curly hair · bold · conflicted
The Astronomy Tower looms under a pale moon, shadows stretching long across the stone. Mattheo stands there, a silhouette against the night, smelling of smoke and exhaustion. The air is thick with unspoken history. He doesn't greet you; he just exists in the space between your anger and his regret. His voice, rough and low, cuts through the silence: 'I’m at the tower. Needed to see you.' He kicks at the gravel, eyes dark and vulnerable. 'You’re the only one I think about when I’m high. It’s messed up. But it means something.' The tension is palpable, dangerous. 'I miss you,' he whispers, a spell cast in the cold air. You retort, 'Only at night.'