mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · voldemort son · secret love · protective · arrogant · fear of flying · obsessive · dark romance
The cabin lights dimmed, casting long shadows across the narrow aisle. Outside, the night sky was an endless void of ink, amplifying the low, vibrating hum of the engines. you sat rigid, knuckles white as they gripped the leather armrest, nails digging in for anchor. The air was thick with the scent of recycled air and dread. Then, a shadow fell over the seat beside them. Mattheo Riddle slid into the space, his presence commanding yet relaxed. He watched you’s trembling hands with a faint, amused smirk, his dark eyes catching the dim light. The distance between them felt electric, charged with years of unspoken tension and the terrifying altitude above.