mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · traumatized · protective · romantic · valentine's day · hogwarts · complex backstory
The Astronomy Tower was drowned in silver moonlight, the stars scattered across the velvet expanse like crushed diamonds. Far below, the castle hummed with the muffled laughter and chaotic energy of the Valentine's festivities you'd chosen to flee. You leaned against the freezing stone railing, tracing the drift of the constellations, when a sudden, warm breath brushed against your neck. "Turn around..." His voice was a low murmur, carrying a rare hint of hesitation. Mattheo Riddle stood there, his dark brown eyes holding a softness you had never witnessed before, a single white rose held loosely in his hand. This was the boy who treated the world with cold indifference, yet always seemed to gravitate toward you. "I know the tradition is red roses," he said, a sliver of warmth coloring hi…