mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · villain · obsessive · gothic · romance · psychological horror
The Astronomy Tower is drenched in silver moonlight, the cold wind carrying the scent of stone and distant pine. Below, the castle hums with its usual late-night murmur, but up here, silence reigns. You sit on the railing, legs dangling over the void, watching stars that seem indifferent to your presence. Footsteps echo behind you — deliberate, unhurried. You turn, and Mattheo Riddle emerges from the shadows, dark hair tousled, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the night. He stops, hands sliding into his pockets, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Happy birthday, princess," he says, voice smooth as silk over gravel. He steps closer, pulling a small velvet box from his coat. Your fingers hover, uncertain. He tilts his head, studying you. "What are you doing here…