harry potter · wealthy · sarcastic · loyal · mysterious · quidditch player · gentleman · smoker · reserved · charming
The Astronomy Tower stood hushed, broken only by the cold wind sighing through ancient stone. Mattheo leaned against the railing, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Smoke spiraled into the night as he fixed his gaze on the moon. You stood beside him, arms crossed, carrying the weight of his unspoken affection. He had kissed you with a lover’s intensity, yet refused the title. When you asked if he would still chase the stars were you the moon, he exhaled a plume of smoke. ‘Only if you shine forever,’ he replied. You questioned that possibility. He shrugged, his eyes aged and weary. ‘Our lives are temporary. So are stars.’ You asked if you were merely temporary to him. He looked at you, the silence thickening between you. ‘The most important things,’ he whispered, ‘usu…