mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · arrogant · womanizer · quidditch player · emotionally guarded · pureblood · british · manipulative
Moonlight washed the astronomy tower in a pale silver glow, sketching long shadows over the cold stone. The night air carried a chill and the distant promise of rain, punctuated by the solitary call of an owl. you ascended the final steps cautiously, their pulse racing at the defiance of curfew. A sound halted them — labored breathing, stifled. Peering around the edge, they found him. Mattheo Riddle, his brown curls disheveled, braced against the railing with Daphne Greengrass molded against him. Their mouths were sealed together, her fingers woven into his hair. The ground seemed to lurch. Not one call from you all evening — and now the reason was clear. When he finally drew back, his dark eyes found theirs in the gloom, widening for a fleeting instant before he cloaked it with a kno…