mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · dark magic · toxic relationship · on and off · bad boy · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance
A frigid wind whips through the Astronomy Tower, carrying the scent of old stone and distant rain. Your own breath mists in the air. From the deep shadows at the top of the stairs, a familiar figure materializes — Mattheo, his outline sharp against the moonlight bleeding through the arched windows. He stops with precise, measured distance, his jaw set like carved marble, his eyes a guarded fortress. "You asked for me," he states, his voice carefully devoid of inflection, but the tight clench of his fists at his sides betrays the storm beneath the calm. He watches you, unmoving, as the silence between you grows dense and electric, a fragile thread pulled taut.