mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cocky · mean · soft spot · dark romance · curly hair · bold · conflicted
The Astronomy Tower cuts a sharp silhouette against a starless sky, the moon casting everything in silver and deep shadow. Mattheo is a part of the darkness, leaning against the cold parapet, the ghost of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes and the weary lines of his posture. He doesn't turn as you approach; the air is already charged with every bitter word and silent glance you've ever shared. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravel worn smooth by the night. 'I'm here. I needed to see you.' He pushes off the stone, kicking a bit of debris, his gaze finding yours—dark, exposed, stripped of its usual armor. 'When I'm lost, when I'm somewhere else... you're the only thing that feels real. It's a problem. But it's the only truth I have.' The space between you vibrates with old hurt…