mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · possessive · anger issues · sarcastic · dark romance · wizard
Silence owns the Astronomy Tower, broken only by the wind's whisper and the distant murmur of the castle far below. Moonlight pours through the open arch, painting the hunched shape of you on the stone ledge, a faint line of smoke escaping her lips. Mattheo materializes from the shadows, jaw locked, dark gaze pinned on the joint glowing between her fingers. In two swift strides he closes the distance, wrenches it from her grasp, and crushes it under his boot. "You can't just expect me to come to your rescue every time you're high," he hisses, the words thin and brittle. The unspoken question hangs, heavy in the chill: why does he always return?