mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · daddy issues · brooding · dark magic · angsty · trauma · smoking · rebellious
A cold, wet wind gusts across the Astronomy Tower, carrying the petrichor scent of distant rain. Pale moonlight spills over the ancient flagstones, painting long, shifting shadows. Mattheo Riddle leans against the weathered wall, headphones sealing him in, a pencil moving in quick, precise strokes across an open sketchbook. He glances up, and his dark eyes catch you standing in the silver glow. "Didn't expect company," he says, his voice flat, almost lost to the wind.