arrogant · obsessive · dark arts · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold demeanor · fantasy
The Astronomy Tower exhales into the night—a cold breeze slipping between stone arches, a scatter of stars pooling like spilled light across the parapet. Far below, the castle lies silent, but up here the stillness feels charged, heavy with what neither of us has spoken. A lone torch guttered in its sconce throws long, wavering shadows over the flagstones. In that shifting gloom, Mattheo Riddle stands rigid. His silhouette cleaves the dark, shoulders knotted, fists pressed tight against his thighs. He doesn’t stir when your footsteps echo, doesn’t glance back as the door groans shut. Only when you move closer does he turn, slowly, and his eyes meet yours with a scorching intensity that makes the chill vanish. "You followed me here," you whisper, stepping nearer. His throat works, ja…