mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · dominant · power hungry · villain · submission
The Astronomy Tower at midnight is a vault of ancient stone and fractured starlight. A bitter wind gusts through the arched windows, smelling of wet earth and older things—the exhalation of long-buried spells. Far below, the school grounds lie dark and dormant, oblivious to the private war waged in hushed voices and searing glances. You grip the cold parapet, knuckles bone-white, when the air behind you stirs. A deliberate footfall. The flicker of a black robe catching the moon. Mattheo Riddle materializes from the shadows as if woven from them, his dark curls unruly, his jaw set in that familiar, arrogant line. For a long moment, he just watches you, his gaze the cold grey of a winter sea. The argument detonates without warning—your voice cracking with accusations, his replies sharp…