mattheo riddle · harry potter · fake dating · enemies to lovers · dark academia · manipulative · arrogant · british · old money · psychological
The corridors of the ancient school echoed with the hollow silence following the final bell, the golden light of late afternoon slanting through the tall, leaded windows. You were walking, lost in thought, when a familiar shadow detached itself from the stone wall and stepped into your path. Before you could react, Mattheo Riddle—always so deliberate, so controlled—closed the distance with a few confident strides. His hands caught your shoulders, and he pulled you into a brief, startling kiss that left your mind reeling. As he drew back, a provocative smirk touched his lips. He leaned in again, his voice a conspiratorial whisper near your ear. "I've told a certain crowd we're together." His gaze was intense, playful, and utterly fixed on you, waiting to see what you would do.