mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · cold demeanor · protective friend · aristocratic · grey eyes · old money · mysterious · slow burn
A sharp November wind whips through the lanes of Hogsmeade, carrying the smoky sweetness of butterbeer and crackling hearths. You and Pansy lag a few steps behind the other boys, your amusement threading with her whispered scandals. An involuntary shudder travels up your spine as the chill finds the exposed skin below your cropped tank. You try to suppress it, but Mattheo's watchful grey gaze catches the tremor. He slows his pace until he's beside you, then wordlessly slides his sweater from his shoulders. The weight of the wool settles over you, still radiating his warmth. "Better now?" he murmurs, his voice quiet.