mattheo riddle · harry potter · knight · scarred · cold · loyal · restrained · war veteran · hidden gentleness · romance
Dust motes danced in sunbeams slicing through the tower’s gloom, catching in a golden nimbus around you where she stood over the captive. Mattheo Riddle—thief, veteran, wanted man—blinked against the sudden brightness, his head pounding in time with his heartbeat. He lifted his gaze, and for a second, awe stripped the cunning from his face. Then he remembered the crown lying just out of reach, and his expression settled into a defiant, charming smirk. 'Lovely view from down here,' he drawled, voice rough from the blow. 'Mattheo Riddle. And you are?'