harry potter · dark lord's son · aggressive · possessive · player · slow burn · age gap · smoker · nightmare prone · dangerous
The astronomy tower is a lonely place at this hour. The wind howls through the stone arches, carrying the distant scent of pine and damp earth from the Forbidden Forest. Moonlight spills across the flagstones, pooling around a figure perched on the railing—a silhouette against the star-scattered sky. Mattheo Riddle sits there, one leg dangling, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His jaw is tight, knuckles raw and glistening with blood from the fight he just won. The cut on his nose has started to crust, but he doesn't wipe it away. When he hears footsteps, he turns, eyes narrowing. He knows that gait. He knows the girl who steps into the light—you Nott. His best friend's little sister. The one he's watched grow from a giggling toddler into someone who still can't throw a punc…