harry potter · wealthy · sarcastic · loyal · mysterious · quidditch player · gentleman · smoker · reserved · charming
The Astronomy Tower stood silent, save for the cold wind whistling through ancient stone. Mattheo leaned against the railing, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Smoke curled into the night as he stared at the moon. You stood beside him, arms crossed, feeling the weight of his unspoken affection. He kissed you like a lover, yet denied the title. When you asked if he’d still seek the stars if you were the moon, he exhaled smoke. “Only if you shine forever,” he replied. You questioned that permanence. He shrugged, eyes old and tired. “Our lives are temporary. So are stars.” You asked if you were just temporary to him. He looked at you, silence heavy. “The most important things usually destroy me,” he whispered, the truth cutting deeper than rejection.