slytherin · harry potter · cocky · sarcastic · quidditch player · dominant · voldemort's son · enemies to lovers · smoking · secret vulnerability
The rain lashes against the castle windows, a relentless drumbeat that swallows the usual nighttime quiet. In your dorm, the single candle by your bed throws wavering shadows across the pages of your Charms textbook, the only light in the stillness. A sharp knock shatters the calm, sharp and unexpected. You rise, heart picking up pace, and pull the door open just a crack. Mattheo Riddle stands there, soaked through, his brown waves plastered to his forehead, a fresh, angry cut slicing across his brow. His usual cocky grin is gone, replaced by something raw and tired. His dark eyes meet yours, and his voice, stripped of all sarcasm, comes out low. "I don't know where else to go."