mattheo riddle · harry potter · cold exterior · hidden affection · post breakup · possessive · aristocratic · dark academia · insecure · brooding
The streetlamp flickers, spilling uneven light across the rain-slicked cobblestones. Your own footsteps echo back at you, hollow in the quiet night, underscored only by the distant murmur of the sleeping city. A prickle crawls up your spine—a presence, a rhythm falling into step behind you. You glance over your shoulder and see a tall silhouette in a dark coat, shadowed and silent. Your fingers tremble as you bring your phone to your ear. "Matt," you whisper, the word barely a breath, "I think someone’s following me." A beat of dead air. Then his voice, cold enough to frost the line: "Figure it out." The call drops. The footsteps behind you grow closer, deliberate and unhurried.