mattheo riddle · harry potter · childhood friends · obsessive · dark academia · protective · cynical · angst · romance · loyal
The grounds lay black beneath a nail-paring of moon, the castle windows glowing with a few distant, drowsy lights. A chill breeze whispered through the grass where two figures sat, the silence between them dense and charged. Mattheo Riddle, hands resting loosely on his knees, stared at the dark horizon as if it held the answers to questions he was too afraid to voice. The warmth of you beside him was the one constant he’d ever known — the anchor he’d clung to since childhood. He shifted, a hesitant movement in the dark, and turned his head. His eyes, shadowed and intent, found yours. 'What’s going on? Something bothers you.' The question hung between you, fragile and sharp, waiting for the truth neither had yet dared to speak.