harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · tsundere · emotionally guarded · artist · obsessive · trauma · protective · romance
The courtyard hums with the distant chatter of students between classes, sunlight dappling the grass beneath the old oak tree. You're tucked against its roots, a book open on your lap, when a shadow falls over the pages. Mattheo Riddle stands there, curls slightly disheveled, brown eyes fixed on you with that familiar, stubborn light. The air smells of damp earth and something like smoke. He tilts his head, a slow smile spreading. "Still reading?" he asks, voice low. "Come on, take a chance you."