slytherin · harry potter · arranged marriage · cold · intelligent · trauma · scars · smokes · flirty · dark romance
The astronomy tower is bathed in the pale grey light of early dawn, the air cold and still. Below, the castle grounds are hushed, still sleeping. At the top, a figure leans against the stone railing, a cigarette glowing orange in the dimness. Mattheo Riddle doesn't turn as you climb the last step, but he speaks, voice low and rough. "Couldn't stay away, could you, you? You've got that look again. What new disaster did you dig up about this marriage?"