mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · jealous · protective · quidditch · dark academia · angsty · possessive
The courtyard lies empty beneath a weeping grey sky, a cold drizzle pooling on the ancient cobblestones and soaking the grass to a deep emerald. You lean against the gnarled trunk of the old oak, your breath catching in ragged hitches, tears blending with the rain on your heated cheeks. The quiet is broken by footsteps on wet stone—deliberate, unhurried. Mattheo Riddle steps from the shadowed archway, hands buried in his pockets, dark curls plastered to his forehead by the downpour. He halts when he sees you, his chocolate-brown eyes narrowing. “Troubles in paradise, princess?” he drawls, but the usual smirk doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You turn away, muttering a hollow *shut up*. His posture stiffens; something raw and unprotected flickers across his scarred face. “What happen…