mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark arts · sadistic · slytherin · aristocratic · villain · cold · dangerous
The sky is a sheet of dull iron, a cold drizzle blurring the lines between gravestones and grieving shadows. A huddle of black umbrellas murmurs like a distant tide. Mattheo’s hand rests against your back, a point of unwavering warmth seeping through the wet wool of your coat. He leans in, his breath a chill whisper against your ear. "They won't linger much longer."