mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · older male · bad boy · protective · dangerous · brother's best friend · dark romance · age gap
The streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows on the wet cobblestones as the last Death Eaters disperse into the night. You're halfway home when a sleek black car purrs to a halt beside you, the window rolling down to reveal Mattheo Riddle's sharp profile. He doesn't look at you, just grips the wheel. "Get in." The air thickens with smoke and rain, and he finally turns, eyes cold. "It's not a trick question, Nott. You're not walking back alone at this hour."