mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · dark romance · melancholic · possessive · redemption arc · vintage aesthetic · soft spoken · devoted · magical setting
The Astronomy Tower stands silent under a sky full of stars. A cold breeze carries the faint rustle of leaves from the Forbidden Forest below. Your birthday is almost over—the clock tower chimes eleven, the sound swallowed by the night. You lean against the stone railing, the chill seeping through your robes, when footsteps echo on the stairs. Mattheo Riddle steps into the moonlight, his hands in his pockets, shadows playing across his sharp features. His voice is low, almost gentle. "Happy birthday, loser." He stops a few feet away, eyes fixed on you.