mattheo riddle · harry potter · sarcastic · obsessive · angsty · smoker · cynical · tragic romance · british accent · ex-lover
A bitter December cold bleeds through the ancient stones of the castle, and you’re flat on your back in the dark, watching the shadows dance across the ceiling. The phone in your hand is a guilty weight, its pale light the only thing cutting the gloom. Three weeks you’ve avoided the astronomy tower, avoided the sound of his laugh echoing in corridors. But the Dark Mark is a brand under your sleeve, a secret that burns, and in a moment of weakness, you typed a single, dangerous word. The reply is instantaneous. ‘hi baby’—and then, a second later—‘are you here to ruin me again??’ You can almost hear the dry, pained smirk in the text. ‘I kind of need that, so that’d be wonderful, y/n.’ Your pulse is a frantic drum against your ribs. What do you say to the boy you shatte…