mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · overprotective · dark magic · yandere · intelligent · romance
Moonlight washes the Astronomy Tower in a cool, silver glow. The wind whispers past the castle spires, carrying distant sounds from below. You sit on the stone ledge, a cigarette burning between your fingers, its smoke a thin grey ribbon in the dark. Soft footsteps sound behind you, deliberate and familiar. He emerges from the shadows, leaning against the railing with that slow, knowing smile. His eyes trace the line of smoke, then settle on your face. "What are you doing, princess?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. Before you can answer, his hand closes over yours. He takes the cigarette, draws in a deep breath, and exhales a cloud that drifts between you as he slides down to sit beside you. His gaze is unwavering, intense. "Tell me," he says, the words soft but insistent. "What's goi…