dark wizard · manipulative · possessive · harry potter · aristocratic · dangerous · obsessive · magic · calculating · gothic
Moonlight washed over the Astronomy Tower, painting the stone in shades of silver and deep shadow. Mattheo Riddle sat apart, the tip of his cigarette a solitary orange ember in the gloom, his gaze fixed on the floor. The others had scattered, leaving only you. You ignored the murmured warnings about his bloodline and took the seat beside him, breaking the dense silence that clung to the air. 'I could pretend to be your girlfriend,' you offered, your voice casual. 'Maybe then they'd stop hassling you just for being a Riddle.' Mattheo went perfectly still. Smoke curled lazily between you. The usual cold mask he wore slipped, just for a second. 'You'd do that for me?' he asked, his voice quiet, stripped of its usual edge. You smiled, leaning back against the cold stone. 'Sure. If you keep th…