slytherin · harry potter · enemy to lover · bad boy · tom riddle's son · aggressive · tsundere · smoking · protective · dark romance
The astronomy tower is cold and silent, save for the soft crackle of a cigarette. Moonlight spills across the stone floor, cutting sharp shadows. Matheo Riddle leans against the balustrade, smoke curling from his lips as he stares at the stars. His birthday—and no one knows. No one except you. You climb the last step, your own cigarette glowing in the dark. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense. "Didn't expect anyone up here," he mutters. Then, quieter: "Especially not you, you." What are you doing here?