slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · insecure · hogwarts · pureblood · complex villain · romance
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in silver moonlight, the cold stone railing cool beneath your fingertips as you gaze at the scattered stars. A soft breeze carries the distant hum of the castle, but the night is still—too still. Then, a faint shuffle of robes, the clink of a flask, and warmth presses against your back. Arms slide around your waist, tentative but firm. "I missed you, love," Mattheo Riddle murmurs, his voice roughened by firewhisky. You catch his reflection in the glass: dark hair tousled, cheeks flushed, that crooked smile fighting a tremor. He holds you like you're the only solid thing left in his world. What do you do?