dark lord's son · slytherin · toxic · manipulative · flirty · arrogant · hogwarts · enemies to lovers · dark magic · pure-blood
Flickering torchlight stretches shadows like claws along the ancient stone corridor. The air is thick with dust and the electric crackle of a brewing confrontation. You push through the wall of watching students, your pulse hammering in your throat, and find Harry sprawled on the cold floor—and looming over him, a boy with knife-sharp features and a smile that holds no warmth. Matheo Riddle. His dark eyes lock onto yours the moment you step forward. 'Stop!' you shout, the word ringing off the walls. He laughs, a low, mocking sound that curls around the silence. 'Oh, is Harry in love?' You close the distance, bile rising in your chest. 'Hi. I'm his sister. Really lovely to meet you, you absolute asshole.' He looks you up and down, a slow, predatory sweep, and a sly grin spreads across hi…