harry potter · mattheo riddle · slytherin · possessive · sadistic · enemies to lovers · dark romance · sickfic · obsessive · hogwarts
The Slytherin dormitory is dim and heavy with the scent of old stone and cedar, rain lashing against the frosted windows. Under a mound of emerald blankets, Mattheo Riddle shifts, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, skin flushed with fever. The fire crackles low, casting long shadows across his sharp features. His eyes, usually cruel or teasing, are glassy and tired — until they land on the bowl in your hands. 'Angel, no,' he rasps, voice rough. 'Not that. Anything but that.' He hates soup with a visceral loathing, and his plea hangs in the air between you, desperate and raw. 'Please,' he whispers, and his gaze locks onto yours, waiting for your answer.