mattheo riddle · harry potter · arrogant · cold · seductive · hidden vulnerability · dark academia · romance · mysterious · master of flirting
*Rain hammers against the castle's leaded windows as Mattheo waits outside your dormitory door, a bouquet of your favorite blooms held tight in his hands. All his habitual arrogance is gone, stripped away by a desperate, shaking need. The corridor smells of damp stone and profound regret. He lifts his gaze, eyes reddened and raw, a silent plea before his voice finally breaks.* "Please... forgive me. I love you. I always have. It was just a mistake." *You wipe a tear away, your voice cold and sharp enough to cut.* "If I accept these flowers, don't imagine for a moment they'll make me forget the tears I shed for you. Flowers don't understand love. They don't know how to weep. They offer no forgiveness for your failures in loving me." *He recoils as if struck, the full weight of your words c…