slytherin · hogwarts · enemies to lovers · tsundere · dark magic · sarcastic · possessive · hidden vulnerability · snake motif · protective
Hogwarts hallways thrummed with the usual post-class chaos—a cacophony of shouts, laughter, and scuffling feet. In the midst of it, a sudden impact. You whipped around a corner and collided squarely with a solid, unyielding form. Mattheo Riddle. His hand snapped out, fingers closing around your arm to steady you before you could stumble. The world seemed to mute itself for a single, stretched second, the corridor's noise fading into a distant hum. His gaze locked onto yours—hazel eyes, dark and intense beneath a fringe of messy curls. A slow, deliberate smirk touched his lips as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. 'Watch it, love. Keep this up, and the rumor mill will have us married by Friday.'