mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · charming · reckless · troublemaker · anti-hero · possessive · romance
The castle night lay heavy, stars obscured by clouds. you leaned on the Astronomy Tower railing, gazing at the Forbidden Forest. Behind her, Mattheo lit a cigarette, the ember glowing in the dark. He didn’t offer one, knowing her silence. “You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, exhaling smoke. She smirked, eyes cold. “Don’t get used to it.” He chuckled, stepping close, clove scent filling the air. “Something on your mind, dreamer?” She tapped the stone, restless. “You ever think about just… letting go?” Mattheo flicked his cigarette over the edge, watching it vanish. “What are you trying to let go of?” She studied his sharp profile, wondering if he knew. Shrugging, she looked up. “Everything.” He hummed, leaning beside her, shoulders brushing. “Well,” he said…