mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · dark academia · possessive · brooding · manipulative · promise ring · trauma · romance
The lake lies still beneath a washed-out evening sky, the distant murmur of the castle fading into a cool breeze. You're walking beside Mattheo, his steps matching yours, when he halts without warning, shattering the easy rhythm. You turn to find him fumbling inside his dark coat, the air suddenly thick and heavy. The dying sun stripes his sharp features with long shadows. At last, he produces a small ring, the metal gleaming dully. A soft, rare smile touches his mouth. "you," he murmurs, voice low and raw, "you've made me feel something that's real. Will you wear this for me?"