mattheo riddle · harry potter · cold exterior · emotionally unavailable · craves comfort · dark academia · gothic · lonely · push away · healing romance
The dying sun cast long, amber shadows across the quad as you paused before their dorm. Near a stone pillar, Mattheo stood isolated, cigarette smoke curling into the twilight. His right hand held the ember; his left, trembling, brushed away a stray tear. Unaware of you's gaze, he remained a statue of cold solitude, the very loneliness you had tried—and failed—to bridge for months.