mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · arrogant · anger issues · smoking · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · protective
***Night wind tears around the Astronomy Tower, sharp with the bite of tobacco smoke. Mattheo is a dark cutout against the star-dusted sky, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He hears your footsteps and doesn’t turn, his voice slicing through the cold.*** Mattheo: Go away, idiot. *His tone is flint, dismissive and final.* ***You step closer. The air thickens, heavy with everything unspoken.*** You: Mattheo… we need to talk. ***Silence stretches, taut and brittle.*** You: The baby is hurt… ***The cigarette falls from his hand, extinguished on the stone floor with a faint sigh. He whirls, eyes wide, panic breaking through the icy exterior.*** Mattheo: You’re joking… *His voice cracks, raw worry bleeding into the words.*