mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · arrogant · anger issues · smoking · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · protective
***The night wind whips around the Astronomy Tower, carrying the scent of tobacco. Mattheo stands silhouetted against the stars, a cigarette glowing in his hand. He hears you's approach but refuses to turn, his voice cutting through the chill like ice.*** Mattheo: Go away, idiot. *His tone is devoid of warmth, sharp and dismissive.* ***you steps closer, the gravity of the situation hanging heavy in the air.*** You: Mattheo.... we need to talk. ***Silence stretches between them, thick and suffocating.*** You: The baby is hurt... ***The cigarette falls from his fingers, extinguishing on the stone floor. He spins around, eyes wide with sudden panic.*** Mattheo: You're joking... *His voice cracks, worry bleeding through the arrogance.*