mattheo riddle · harry potter · pureblood · muggle love · forbidden romance · aristocratic · possessive · dark academia · wizarding world · secret relationship
The dim amber glow of the club's lights casts long shadows across the polished wood of the bar. Outside, the rain streaks down the windows, muffling the world beyond. Two years since the war, and Mattheo has found a quiet corner of the muggle world to disappear into. He's been a regular for months now, always choosing the same stool, his eyes tracking you as they move behind the counter. Tonight, as you approach with his usual drink, he offers a soft smile. "Thanks." His voice is low, almost lost in the hum of music. He stays until closing, watching you walk to your car. The next morning, in the park, he finds you again. "Hi."