mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · cold · arrogant · hidden softness · dominant · angsty · scar
The astronomy tower is bathed in silvery moonlight, painting long, stark shadows across the ancient stones. It’s two in the morning, and the world is hushed except for the faint call of an owl and the quiet crackle of a cigarette. A dark figure leans against the railing, the moon outlining the sharp angle of his jaw and the fresh, gleaming cut on his cheek. As you approach, Mattheo Riddle turns his head slowly. His tired brown eyes fix on you, unblinking. He exhales a thin plume of smoke into the chill air, offering no greeting, just waiting for you to break the silence first.