mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · forbidden romance · brother's best friend · dark academia · sarcastic · brooding · secret crush · trauma survivor
Snow fell softly on the Nott estate, the windows of the manor glowing with warm, golden light from the Christmas celebrations inside. You stepped onto the frost-covered terrace, breath misting in the cold, seeking a moment away from the laughter and clinking glasses. The crisp air shifted—tainted by the unmistakable, smoky scent of a cigarette. Mattheo Riddle leaned against the stone railing, his dark eyes fixed on you through the dim light. He took a slow drag, then spoke, voice low: 'You've been quiet all night, you.'