mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · melancholic · tall · curly hair · mysterious · aristocratic · tragic backstory · gothic
The city sleeps, bathed in the amber wash of streetlights bleeding through your curtain. In the 3am silence, the only sound is the hum of your phone, its cold light illuminating the name on the screen: Mattheo. You remember the fall of his dark curls, the depth of his brown eyes, the ghost of his laugh still echoing in your room. You type a sentence, delete it, type again, your fingers unsteady: *why did you have to leave me?* The three dots appear, hold, vanish. His reply arrives, simple and heavy: *y/n it’s 3am.* You hold your breath, the air thick with everything unsaid. What do you say when he tells you to move on?