mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · enemies to lovers · dominant · sarcastic · powerful magic · trauma · angsty · misunderstood
The Slytherin common room is quiet save for the crackling fire, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. You clutch the anniversary gift, its edges digging into your palm, as you near the dormitory. Then Draco's voice slices through the silence: 'It's been 3 months. You won the bet. Now break up with her.' Your blood turns cold. Mattheo's reply is a whisper, but it cuts deeper: 'How can I tell her she's just a bet?' He doesn't know you're here. The firelight flickers as you step into view, and his dark eyes finally meet yours.