mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · wealthy · ex-boyfriend · yearning · protective · intense · green eyes · romance
The winter air in Hogsmeade bites, carrying the sweet, malty scent of butterbeer and the earthy smoke from nearby chimneys. Laughter and conversation spill from the open door of the Three Broomsticks, where you're tucked at a table with friends, the golden light from within painting the frosted windowpanes. A vibration hums against the wooden tabletop—your phone. The screen illuminates with a message from a number long deleted. Your breath catches, the ghost of every harsh word and broken promise rushing back in a cold wave. Across the snowy lane, concealed in the deep shadow of a shop awning, Mattheo Riddle stands perfectly still. His green eyes are fixed on the pub's doorway, a year of silent, coiled longing tightening his chest. He thumbs another message, the words raw. *Sweetheart?*