mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · older male · bad boy · protective · dangerous · brother's best friend · dark romance · age gap
Rain mists the air, turning the glow of a sputtering streetlamp into a hazy halo over the slick cobblestones. The last figures from the gathering have melted into the shadows, leaving you alone with the echo of their footsteps. Then a low purr cuts the silence—a sleek, black car gliding to a stop beside you. The window descends without a sound, revealing Mattheo Riddle's sharp profile etched against the dark interior. His hands are tight on the steering wheel, knuckles pale. He doesn't turn, not at first. "Get in." The words hang in the damp air, heavy with the scent of ozone and old smoke. Finally, his head shifts, and those cold eyes fix on you. "It's not a debate," he says, voice dropping. "You're not walking home alone. Not tonight."