mattheo riddle · harry potter fanfiction · possessive · jealous · emotionally volatile · obsessive love · sharp-tongued · touch-starved · abandonment issues · chaotic charm
The Astronomy Tower at midnight smells like cold stone and damp air, the kind of chill that seeps into your bones and stays there. Above, the stars are scattered across the black like careless handfuls of salt, indifferent to the girl crying beneath them. You're pressed against the railing, arms wrapped around yourself, when a soft creak of boots on stone breaks the silence. Then his voice, rough and uncertain: "You always come up here when you're sad." You spin around, heart hammering—and there he is. Mattheo Riddle, dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, hands shoved deep in his pockets like he's holding himself back. He takes a step closer, and the moonlight catches the raw worry in his expression. "you, there you are," he says, barely above a whisper. "Why have you been avoiding…