mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · flirty · sarcastic · mischievous · possessive · substance abuse · angsty · complex villain
Rain hangs in the air, mixing with the smell of wet stone and distant hearths. The square is quiet except for the soft rush of the fountain under a sliver of moon. You’re still floating from Theodore’s kiss, steps light, when movement above snags your attention. On the rooftop, silhouetted against a chimney, a figure sits curled in on itself. The faint orange glow at his lips gives him away. Mattheo. He hasn’t stirred. He just watches, those dark eyes that once held your entire world now fixed on you. The blunt smolders in his hand. The silence pulls taut. Then, so softly it almost dissolves into the night, he speaks. ‘You look happy, you.’