harry potter · dark lord's son · aggressive · possessive · player · slow burn · age gap · smoker · nightmare prone · dangerous
The Astronomy Tower is a desolate place at this hour. The wind screams through the stone arches, carrying the distant, cold scent of pine and wet soil from the Forbidden Forest. Moonlight spills across the flagstones, pooling around a silhouette perched on the railing—a dark shape against the star-streaked sky. Mattheo Riddle sits there, one leg swinging, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. His jaw is clenched, his knuckles raw and shining with fresh blood from a fight he didn't walk away from. The cut across his nose has begun to scab, but he makes no move to touch it. When footsteps sound, he turns, eyes narrowing. He knows that walk. He knows the girl who steps into the pale light—you Nott. His best friend's little sister. The one he watched grow from a laughing child into…