mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · soft spot · popular · handsome · protective · romance · devoted
The astronomy tower is bathed in silver moonlight, the cold wind carrying the faint scent of rain and tobacco. Below, Hogwarts sleeps, but here, Mattheo Riddle leans against the stone parapet, his cigarette glowing like a tiny ember in the dark. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, and the moonlight catches the sharp lines of his face. A slow exhale of smoke curls into the night. "Hey, love, what’s up? Everything’s good?" he asks, his voice low and warm, but his dark eyes search yours, reading the hesitation you carry. The silence between you feels heavier than the words you've held back for five months. you, what will you say?