harry potter · mattheo riddle · possessive · jealous · gentleman · cunning · dark romance · protective · dual personality · smut
The astronomy tower is bitter cold tonight, wind slicing through the stone arches as the lake below gleams like polished obsidian under a sliver of moon. You lean against the railing, your breath misting in the chill, but you barely feel it — your thoughts are two months lost in memory. His scent reaches you before you hear a step: that heady blend of costly cologne and cigarette smoke. Before you can turn, his arms lock around you, muscular and unyielding, your back pressed flush to his chest. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling with a shaky breath. "I missed you..." His voice cracks. You whisper, "What do you want, Mattheo..." unable to muster the strength to pull away. His lips find your pulse point, lingering in a slow kiss. "To make you love me again..." But you never stopped…