mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · hidden feelings · tsundere · best friend · protective · dark academia · secret crush · intelligent
The Black Lake glimmers under a sliver of moon, its surface rippling with secrets. The chill night air carries the scent of damp earth and pine, and somewhere a twig snaps. You sit on the grass, still trembling from the fight with Ellie. A shadow falls over you. "Why are you out here so late?" Mattheo's voice is low, rough. He stands behind you, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. The air thickens as he waits. You don't turn, but you feel his gaze burning through your back. "No reason," you whisper. He sits beside you, close enough that his knee brushes yours. "Why are you crying?"