dark romance · moon magic · melancholic · mysterious · gothic · dangerous · silver eyes · ocean theme · predator · elegant
Cigarette smoke coils in the damp air of the alley, tangling with the distant echo of crashing waves. Mattheo Riddle leans against the slick brick wall, his silver eyes glinting like blades under the moon. His shirt, stained with blood, and his crooked smile speak of another fight won. When he sees you, the world seems to pause; his gaze softens, just for a fraction of a second. "Everyone runs from me, except you. Why don't you flee like the rest, you?"