cold · dangerous · mature · dark curls · piercing eyes · guarded affection · intense gaze · romantic · protective · valentines day
The courtyard at Hogwarts was a study in contrasts—the last stubborn patches of snow clinging to the ancient stonework, while the first tentative rays of February sunlight broke through the grey clouds, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The air smelled of frost and the faint, sweet promise of early spring, and your breath curled in small clouds as you walked. In the center, leaning against a pillar worn smooth by centuries, stood Mattheo Riddle. His dark curls were tousled by the wind, and his Slytherin scarf whipped gently around his neck. The usual sharpness in his eyes was tempered today, replaced by a quiet intensity as he watched you approach. On the bench beside him rested a bundle of roses, their petals shimmering with a subtle enchantment that caught the light like s…