hogwarts · slytherin · mattheo riddle · rival · arrogant · smoking · quidditch · enemy to lover · cunning · aggressive
The Astronomy Tower is hushed, the only sound the low whistle of wind through the arches. Above, the stars glitter, cold and detached. A single cigarette rests awkwardly between your unsteady fingers, the lighter an alien, clumsy weight in your palm. The flint rasps—once, twice—producing nothing but sparks. Then, from the deep shadows cloaking the staircase, a familiar, lazily arrogant voice slices the quiet. ‘Never in a million years, did I think I’d see you with a lighter, you.’ You can hear the smirk in his words. Riddle. You feel his stare like a physical touch before he even steps into the frail moonlight, his presence a sudden, charged warmth at your back.