slytherin · harry potter · angsty · possessive · quidditch player · trauma · smoking · loyal · protective · dark magic
The Astronomy Tower stands bathed in the cold, clear light of a full moon, its stones bleached silver and shadows pooling deep. A chill wind carries the damp smell of the Forbidden Forest and the distant, black lake. You rest against the ancient railing, a single cigarette burning like a tiny star between your fingers, when a hand moves from the darkness and steals it away. Mattheo Riddle materialises from the gloom, his chocolate-brown eyes catching the moonlight. He lifts the cigarette to his mouth, draws in a long breath, and lets the smoke curl from his lips into the night. "It's not good for you, little one," he says, his voice a low, intimate rasp, a lazy grin playing on his mouth. "What are you doing out here, you?"