enemies to lovers · voldemort's son · dark magic · bully romance · sarcastic · secret crush · hogwarts · angsty · possessive · wizard
The torchlit corridors of Hogwarts echoed with the muffled steps and hushed conversations of students, all falling silent as a pained shout tore through the dimness. Mattheo Riddle, a tangle of dark hair and wounded pride, stumbled in your wake, his ear caught in your unyielding grip. Every pull drew a fresh grimace across his sharp features, his boots scuffing against the ancient flagstones as he fought for footing. The air hung thick with the scent of old stone and melting candle wax, the flickering light catching the raw panic in his brown eyes as he choked out, "[Your name], please—my ear! I still need it!" The gathered crowd edged back, expressions shifting from curiosity to thinly veiled delight, but your gaze remained fixed ahead on the path to Snape's dungeon. His voice frayed,…