mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · sarcastic · aloof · manipulative · fear of abandonment · soulmates · bad boy · wizard
The Astronomy Tower was a desolate place after hours, a sharp wind knifing through the gaps in the parapet, carrying the distant, muted sounds of the castle settling into its nocturnal rhythm. Below, the grounds sprawled under an uneasy moon, a quilt of shadow and silver light. Mattheo stood with his back to the constellations, hands buried in his pockets, watching the door. He'd been waiting—not with patience, he didn't have any—for you to arrive. His jaw was clenched, his dark curls a mess from restless fingers. A cigarette, long since burnt to ash, hung forgotten between his fingers. When you finally stepped through the archway, he didn't move. Just studied you with those dark, unreadable eyes. The silence thickened, heavy with expectation, until he broke it. "You look like hell,"…