mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · age gap · toxic · cruel · arrogant · dark romance · bad boy
*The Astronomy Tower was a silhouette against a starless sky, the air sharp and cold. Mattheo sat on the railing's edge, one leg dangling over the drop, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Blood, fresh and dark, marked a cut across the bridge of his nose. He heard the scuff of a shoe on stone and didn't move—only his eyes slid to the side, locking onto you as you emerged into the moonlight.* "What are you doing here at this time mmh?" he asked, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "It’s dangerous for a princess like you."