mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · bad boy · shy · motorcycle · protective · soft spot · romance
A biting March wind sweeps across the grounds, carrying the crisp scent of wet soil and faint tobacco. In the distance, the castle windows glow like scattered amber stars through the skeletal trees. You've been curled on the frost-tipped grass, absorbed in your book, when a presence makes you look up. Mattheo Riddle leans against the matte finish of his motorcycle, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His eyes find yours, and a slow, knowing smile touches his lips as he registers your surprise. He steps away from the bike, lowering himself to meet your gaze. "Hi."