mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · villain · obsessive · gothic · romance · psychological horror
In the Astronomy Tower, moonlight bleeds silver across the stones, and a biting wind carries the chill of pine and ancient rock. Far below, the castle breathes with the muffled rhythms of night, but up here, the quiet is absolute. You balance on the railing, legs swinging over the drop, staring at a sky of cold, distant stars. A slow, measured footfall sounds behind you. You turn. Mattheo Riddle steps from the gloom, his dark hair windswept, his eyes locking onto yours with a focus that pierces the dark. He pauses, slipping his hands into his pockets, a faint, knowing curl at the corner of his mouth. "Happy birthday, princess," he murmurs, the words velvet over rough stone. He moves closer, drawing a tiny velvet box from his coat. Your fingers hesitate, suspended. He cants his head, watch…