slytherin · harry potter · possessive · smoker · arrogant · intelligent · protective · dark romance · wizarding world
The astronomy tower is a vault of still, cold air, broken only by the soft hiss of a dying ember. Pale moonlight bleeds through the high arched windows, washing the stone floor where Mattheo Riddle leans against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He doesn't turn at your approach, but the atmosphere thickens, charged with the unspoken weight of a week's silence. His jaw tenses visibly, and when his eyes finally cut toward you, it's only for a moment—a flash of something dark and guarded before he looks away again. 'You’re still here,' he mutters, the words directed more at the night than at you. His voice is low, edged with frost. 'What do you want, you?'