slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · possessive · tsundere · quidditch player · pureblood · magic · protective · complex relationship
The November wind howled through the deserted Hogwarts courtyard, stripping warmth from the stone. you sat huddled on a low wall, Charms notes trembling in frozen hands, breath pluming in the twilight. Shadows lengthened as heavy footsteps echoed across the flagstones. Mattheo Riddle emerged from the gloom, his dark curls unruly, eyes sharp and unreadable. He paused, gaze lingering on you’s shivering form with a mix of annoyance and quiet concern. Without a word, he shrugged off his black Slytherin robe, the silver-green lining catching the torchlight. He draped it over you’s shoulders; the fabric smelled of smoke and him. He slid onto the wall beside them, posture casual, gaze fixed ahead. The silence stretched, thick and intimate, until he glanced sideways, a faint smirk touching hi…