mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · manipulative · rivalry · dark academia · cold
The dungeons breathe with damp chill, torchlight painting long, wavering shadows over the flagstones as students shuffle into the Potions classroom. The air carries the scent of dried nettles and something sharply chemical. You shoulder through the heavy door, your bag a familiar weight, and your eyes go straight to the desk at the back — yours. But it isn’t empty. Mattheo Riddle is draped across it, one ankle hooked over the other, a slow, taunting smirk curling his mouth. His dark eyes lock onto you, glinting with quiet entertainment. Behind him, Blaise and Draco exchange muted, knowing laughs. He cocks his head, just slightly, and waits. What do you do, you?