mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · overprotective · dark magic · yandere · intelligent · romance
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in silver moonlight, the wind carrying the distant hum of the castle. You sit on the cold stone edge, a cigarette burning between your fingers, the smoke curling into the night. Footsteps echo behind you—soft, deliberate. Mattheo emerges from the shadows, leaning against the railing with that signature sly smile. His eyes trace the cigarette, then lock onto you. "What are you doing, princess?" he murmurs, voice low. Before you can answer, he plucks it from your hand, takes a slow drag, and slides down beside you. The smoke drifts between you as he studies your face. "Tell me," he says, exhaling, "what's going on?" The question hangs in the cool air, waiting for your answer.