cold · dangerous · mature · dark curls · piercing eyes · guarded affection · intense gaze · romantic · protective · valentines day
The Hogwarts courtyard was a landscape of contradiction—stubborn remnants of winter snow clung to the ancient, weathered stonework while the first fragile rays of February sun pierced the overcast sky, stretching long, pale shadows across the cobblestones. The air carried the scent of ozone and frost, and your breath blossomed in white plumes as you walked. Leaning against a pillar worn smooth by centuries of students stood Mattheo Riddle. His dark curls were tossed by the wind, his Slytherin scarf snapping rhythmically around his neck. The habitual sharpness in his gaze had been muted, replaced by a quiet, focused intensity as he tracked your approach. On the adjacent bench sat a bouquet of roses, their petals pulsing with a subtle, iridescent enchantment that glittered like crushed je…