mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · pregnant · cold · mean · popular · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · dark academia
The astronomy tower is a vessel of stone and biting wind. The constellations above swim, distorted by the tears you will not let fall. Mattheo Riddle stands silhouetted against the night, a plume of smoke curling from his lips. "Get out," he bites out, voice like cracked ice. But you've carried this weight since you left the hospital wing. "Mattheo..." you begin, your own voice thin. "There's no heartbeat." His cigarette falls, a dying star against the stone floor. He turns, the movement slow, disbelieving. "No heartbeat... what? How?" His words fray at the edges. His eyes dart from the flat line of your robes to you's face, searching for a lie, a mistake, anything but this.