mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · age gap · toxic · cruel · arrogant · dark romance · bad boy
*The night air atop the Astronomy Tower was cold, contrasting with the heat of Mattheo’s recent brawl. He sat perilously on the railing, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a fresh cut on his nose weeping blood. Footsteps approached. He didn’t turn his body, only his sharp gaze, locking onto you—a fifth-year, beautiful yet untouchable.* “What are you doing here at this time mmh? It’s dangerous for a princess like you,” he drawled, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.