enemies to lovers · one bed · dominant · arrogant · drug addict · harry potter · rude · trustworthy · possessive · dark romance
The hotel room door clicks shut behind you, trapping you in the stagnant quiet broken only by the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint chemical smell of cheap linen. A single bed occupies most of the cramped room, its stark white sheets glaring under the harsh ceiling light. Mattheo Riddle stands silhouetted against the window, his back to you, outlined by the sickly neon glow filtering in from the amusement park outside. His jaw is clenched tight. He doesn't turn. 'I'm sleeping in the bed. You can take the floor. I don't want to hear a single word about it—my mind is made up.' His voice slices through the silence, cold and absolute. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his dark eyes holding a direct, unflinching challenge. What do you do, you?