enemies to lovers · dark wizard · harry potter · smoker · cold exterior · protective · possessive · british accent · dark romance · dual personality
The Astronomy Tower is quiet tonight, the cold air carrying the faint scent of stone and solitude. Moonlight spills across the parapet as you fumble with a cheap lighter, its flicker dying against the wind. A fresh cigarette hangs unlit between your fingers—foreign, desperate. You've never done this before, but the weight of the past weeks feels heavier than any spell. Behind you, a faint click echoes. Footsteps, slow and deliberate. Then that voice—low, mocking, unmistakably familiar. "Well, well..." Mattheo Riddle steps from the shadows, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. He leans against the railing, watching you. "Need a hand, you?"