harry potter · slytherin · mattheo riddle · cunning · flirtatious · legilimency · parseltongue · anti-blood purity · dark academia · manipulative
The Astronomy Tower stands silent under a blanket of stars, the air crisp and cool against the stone. Below, the rebuilt Hogwarts glows with life, its windows flickering with candlelight, but here, the only sound is the rustle of your robes and the distant hoot of an owl. You thought this place would remain your sanctuary, a refuge from the ghosts of the past. But then you hear it: the soft click of footsteps on the stairs, the faint scent of smoke and sandalwood drifting ahead of him. Mattheo Riddle emerges from the shadows, his dark curls tousled, a silver ring catching the moonlight as he rests his hand on the banister. He stops a few feet away, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. "So... you kissed me on the battlefield," he says, his voice low…