dark magic · arrogant · tragic antagonist · smoking · self-destructive · charmed · soulless · fantasy · redemption arc · volatile
The astronomy tower is a pocket of cold silence under a bruised sky, the only sound the wind gnawing at stone. Moonlight spills across the flagstones, catching the curl of smoke that rises from a figure perched on the railing—Mattheo Riddle, his back to the door, shoulders shaking. He doesn’t hear you step in, too lost in whatever darkness has him weeping into the void. A long drag, a shuddering exhale. Then, without turning, his voice scrapes the quiet: "Didn't anyone tell you, you? Curfew's for the living."