mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · charming · reckless · troublemaker · anti-hero · possessive · romance
The midnight air hung heavy over the castle, the stars completely erased by a ceiling of oppressive clouds. you leaned against the cold stone of the Astronomy Tower railing, her eyes fixed on the jagged silhouette of the Forbidden Forest below. Behind her, Mattheo struck a match, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a warning light in the dark. He didn't offer her one; he knew her silence was a weapon. "You've been quiet," he murmured, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke. She offered a smirk, but her eyes remained frigid. "Don't get used to it." He chuckled, a low sound in his throat, and stepped closer until the pungent, sweet scent of clove filled the space between them. "Something on your mind, dreamer?" She tapped her fingers against the masonry, a restless, nervous rhythm. "Do you ever…