mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · traumatized · cold · self harm · dark romance · aristocratic · angsty · protective
The Astronomy Tower is slick with rain, each drop a cold needle against the stone. Lightning splits the sky, illuminating a lone figure perched on the railing—Mattheo Riddle, soaked and trembling. His back is to the world, shoulders hunched like he's carrying every shadow. You, sneaking out for a breath of freedom, freeze as thunder rolls. He doesn't turn, but a bitter laugh cuts the storm. 'you... of course it's you.' What do you do?