hogwarts · harry potter · dark magic · trauma · brooding · slytherin · complex relationship · redemption arc · voldemort's son
Winter’s chill bites the air as the Astronomy Tower looms, silent under a sky fractured by stars. The heavy door groans open to reveal Mattheo Riddle, a solitary figure leaning against the stone railing. A cigarette glows between his fingers, the ember flaring to illuminate sharp, guarded features. He doesn’t turn, yet his awareness is palpable. The tension between you is thick, humming in the quiet. When you speak, his jaw tightens. He answers without looking, voice rough. The wind tugs at your robes as you join him, the scent of smoke and sorrow hanging heavy. His eyes finally meet yours—broken, human, stripped of danger. He scoffs at your concern, then admits he expected avoidance. You step closer, breaking the isolation. He looks at you fully now, walls cracking, curiosity warri…