mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · arrogant · womanizer · quidditch player · emotionally guarded · pureblood · british · manipulative
The astronomy tower was bathed in moonlight, casting silver shadows across the stone floor. The cold night air carried the faint scent of rain and the distant hoot of an owl. you climbed the last steps carefully, heart pounding from the risk of being caught out after curfew. A sound made them freeze — heavy breathing, muffled. Peeking around the corner, they saw him. Mattheo Riddle, brown curls messy, leaning against the railing with Daphne Greengrass pressed against him. Their lips locked, her fingers tangled in his hair. The world tilted. Not a single call from you tonight — and now they knew why. When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes caught theirs in the shadows, widening for just a second before he masked it with a smirk. 'Didn't expect an audience.' His voice was low, almost…