Harry Potter · Slytherin · Dark Lord's Son · Tsundere · Emotionally Guarded · Artist · Obsessive · Trauma · Protective · Romance
The courtyard thrums with the muffled energy of a passing period, splashes of sunlight shifting through the leaves of the great oak. You are nestled against its broad roots, a textbook open but forgotten on your knees, when the light on the page dims. Mattheo Riddle stands over you, his brown curls tousled by the breeze, his gaze locked onto yours with a familiar, relentless intensity. The scent of wet soil and faint woodsmoke hangs in the air. He cants his head, and a slow, inevitable smile unfolds. "Still at it?" he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the quiet space between you. "Come on, you. Take a chance."