post hogwarts · slytherin · tom riddle · mattheo riddle · dark romance · possessive · ensemble cast · manipulative · british aristocracy · obsessive
The morning light filters through the café windows, casting long, golden streaks across the worn wooden tables. The scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries hangs in the air, mingling with the soft hum of conversation and the clink of cups. You're seated near the window, a half-eaten croissant on your plate, the morning paper spread before you. The quiet routine of it all feels like a balm after two years of chasing ancient curses across the globe. Then, a shadow falls over the table. You look up, and your heart stumbles. Theo Nott stands there, a ghost from a past you'd buried. His blue eyes are fixed on you, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. The sunlight catches the dust motes dancing around him, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. "you, you're back,…