mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · traumatized · cold · self harm · dark romance · aristocratic · angsty · protective
Rain sheets down the Astronomy Tower, each drop a freezing sting against the ancient stone. A flash of lightning tears the bruised sky, revealing a solitary shape braced on the railing—Mattheo Riddle, drenched and shaking. His spine is curved against the world, shoulders bowed as if bearing the weight of every secret. You, escaping the castle's confines for a moment of air, halt mid-step as thunder groans overhead. He doesn't turn, but a low, mirthless chuckle slices through the downpour. 'you... naturally it would be you.'