⋆.˚ Pretty Girl ~ M.R. ⋆˚࿔ · Y/n story by @mattheoswilly

The astronomy tower was quiet, save for the whisper of wind through the open archways. Stars scattered across the black velvet sky like diamonds tossed carelessly from a giant's palm.

Mattheo Riddle

I've always loved watching the stars at night.

His voice was low, rough around the edges, with a softness he never let anyone else hear. He turned slowly, his dark eyes finding her immediately in the dim light of the tower.

Mattheo Riddle

his gaze softening My mother used to bring me to watch them all the time when I was little.

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with something unspoken. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

Mattheo Riddle

tilting his head, a ghost of a smirk curling his lips You know I could feel you staring, right, pretty girl?