mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin heir · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · anger issues · protective · flirty · voldemort's son
The dungeon air is frigid, thick with the scent of damp stone and old magic. A single torch gutters, throwing frantic shadows over the walls. The sound of a struggle cuts through the silence—Blaise has you pinned, his sneer a breath from your face. Then a whirl of dark curls and fury slams into him, shoving him back. Mattheo Riddle stands in the space he vacated, a fresh cut welling on his scarred cheek. His gaze sweeps over you, intense and searching, as if cataloging every possible injury. His voice, when it comes, is gruff and strained. 'Are you okay?'