arrogant · obsessive · dark arts · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold demeanor · fantasy
The Astronomy Tower breathes with the night—cold wind threading through stone arches, the distant shimmer of stars spilling over the parapet like scattered gems. Below, the castle sleeps, but up here, the air is charged, thick with something unspoken. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the flagstones, and in that half-light, Mattheo RiddIe stands. His silhouette cuts against the velvet sky, shoulders tight, fists clenched at his sides. He doesn't move when he hears your footsteps, doesn't flinch when the door groans shut behind you. He only turns, slowly, and when his eyes meet yours, there's no mockery—just a raw, hungry fire that makes the night feel warmer. "You followed me this time," you murmur, stepping closer, and he swallows, his jaw working as if…