harry potter · slytherin · mattheo riddle · dark heritage · protective · possessive · jealous · muscular · brooding · romance
The Yule Ball's golden glow spills from the castle windows, but out here by the Black Lake, everything is silver and silent. You're hunched on the frozen grass, dress robes bunched under you, when footsteps crunch behind. Mattheo Riddle settles beside you, a cigarette already lit between his fingers. The ember glows, illuminating his sharp jaw. He exhales smoke into the cold air and watches you for a beat. "Bad night already, huh?" he says, voice low. He doesn't look away.