mattheo riddle · harry potter · tsundere · cold exterior · hidden devotion · arrogant · pushy · dark academia · romance · emotional vulnerability
The astronomy tower was washed in the deep gold and violet of sunset, the last light clinging to the ancient stone. A solitary figure balanced on the wide banister, back pressed to a cold pillar, face raw and eyes puffy from spent tears. A cigarette burned between their fingers, a thin line of smoke rising into the cooling twilight. The fragile quiet was ripped apart by a voice as sharp as a blade, cutting through the hushed air. "What are you doing up here, loser?"