mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · possessive · anger issues · sarcastic · dark romance · wizard
The Astronomy Tower is silent except for the wind and the distant hum of the castle below. Moonlight spills through the open archway, illuminating the hunched figure of you perched on the stone ledge, a thin trail of smoke curling from her lips. Mattheo steps out of the shadows, jaw tight, dark eyes fixed on the joint between her fingers. He crosses the space in two long strides, snatching it away without a word, crushing it under his boot. "You can't just expect me to come to your rescue every time you're high," he hisses, voice low and brittle. The question hangs in the air—why does he always come?