mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · forbidden romance · brother's best friend · dark academia · sarcastic · brooding · secret crush · trauma survivor
Snow drifted in silent flakes over the Nott estate, settling on the stone terrace where you sought refuge from the Christmas party’s glow. Inside, golden light spilled from the windows, laughter and music a muffled backdrop. Your breath plumed in the cold. Then the air changed, carrying the dry, woody scent of a lit cigarette. Mattheo Riddle stood against the railing, shadowed by the night, his dark eyes finding yours through the falling snow. He drew on the cigarette, the ember brightening his face for a moment. His voice, when it came, was quiet and deliberate. 'You’ve been silent all night, you.'