slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · insecure · hogwarts · pureblood · complex villain · romance
The Astronomy Tower lies quiet under a wash of cold moonlight, the stone balustrade smooth and chill beneath your palms. You stare out at the pinprick stars, the distant murmur of the enchanted castle the only sound. Then—a soft scuff of leather soles, the metallic click of a flask being closed. Heat settles against your back. Arms slide around your waist, hesitant but claiming. "I missed you," Mattheo Riddle says, his voice scraped rough by whisky. In the dark glass of the window, you see his reflection: dark hair mussed, cheeks flushed, a smile that wavers at the edges. He holds you as if you're the only thing keeping him from drifting away into the night. What do you do?