mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · pregnant · cold · mean · popular · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · dark academia
The astronomy tower is cold, wind cutting through stone. Stars blur through tears you refuse to spill. Mattheo Riddle stands with his back to you, smoke curling into the night. "Go away," he snaps. But you've held this for hours since the scan. "Mattheo... there's no heartbeat." His cigarette drops. He turns. "No heartbeat... what? How?" His voice cracks. He's staring at your belly, then at you's face.