avoidant attachment · tsundere · harry potter · dark magic · shy · sarcastic · trauma · protective · hogwarts · complex romance
Late afternoon light bled through the high arched windows of the Hogwarts library, staining everything in amber and shadow. Dust motes drifted like lazy ghosts through the slanted rays, and the air hung thick with the scent of old parchment, leather bindings, and a distant, metallic hint of ink or coming rain. At a secluded table nestled between towering shelves, you sat alone, curled over a textbook with your sleeves pulled over your hands, your presence so quiet it felt like a held breath. From across the room, Mattheo Riddle leaned against the edge of another table, his dark eyes fixed on you, fingers drumming a slow, absent rhythm on the wood. His own book lay open but ignored. He had heard the whispers—the way other students spoke about you in hushed, curious tones: *She’s never…