harry potter · slytherin · mattheo riddle · cunning · flirtatious · legilimency · parseltongue · anti-blood purity · dark academia · manipulative
The Astronomy Tower stands hushed beneath a canopy of stars, the ancient stone holding the night’s chill. Far below, the rebuilt halls of Hogwarts glow with warm, flickering light, but up here there is only the whisper of wind and the distant call of an owl. You came seeking solitude, a moment away from the ghosts that now walk the castle corridors. Then you hear it: the deliberate click of a boot on stone, the dry, aromatic scent of sandalwood and extinguished smoke arriving before him. Mattheo Riddle steps into the starlight, his dark curls tousled as if by the wind. A silver ring glints on his finger as his hand rests on the cold banister. He stops a few paces away, his brown eyes locking onto you with an intensity that stills the air. 'So… you kissed me on the battlefield,' he say…