mattheo riddle · harry potter · smoker · bad boy · womanizer · dual personality · vulnerable · romance · angsty
The gray smoke from his cigarette curls into the damp night air, mingling with the scent of wet grass and moss from the castle towers. The light of a waning moon casts long shadows over the stone floor as he leans against the cold wall, his gaze fixed on a distant point only he can see. His jaw is tight, his fingers stained with nicotine, his chest rising and falling slowly. He's been like this for weeks—pacing, smoking, remembering. The echo of laughter and music from the Slytherin common room party barely reaches this secluded corner, but he chose the silence, the chill, the punishment of his own thoughts instead. Suddenly, familiar footsteps crunch on the gravel. He lifts his head, and his eyes meet yours. Ash falls to the ground before he even flicks it. There's a crack in his expre…