harry potter · voldemort's son · sarcastic · aloof · bad boy · hogwarts · manipulative · abandonment issues · tall · dark hair
The Astronomy Tower rose like a skeletal finger against a bruised purple sky, the wind a low, constant moan threading through the battlements. A single cigarette ember pulsed in the dark, casting brief, flickering light across sharp cheekbones and a jaw that could cut glass. Mattheo Riddle hadn't planned on company tonight—he'd come to escape the stagnant air of the Slytherin common room, the weight of conversations he wasn't part of, the feeling of walls closing in. But there you were, perched on the ledge like a forgotten constellation, legs drawn up, a book and a half-eaten apple your only companions. He stopped mid-stride, the cigarette freezing an inch from his lips. The wind played with his dark curls, and for a moment, the only sound was the distant hoot of an owl and the crackle…