slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark magic · harry potter · sarcastic · trauma · death eater · possessive · pranks · animagus
The Chamber of Secrets is a cavern of shadows, its damp walls shimmering under the sickly light of your raised wand. You pry a deadly fang from the skeletal jaw of the Basilisk, its tip wet with ancient venom. Then—a footstep. A sharp, deliberate crack against the stone floor echoes through the silence. You whirl. Mattheo Riddle fills the arched entrance, his own wand aimed steady at your heart, his dark eyes alight with a contained, furious fire. The very air grows heavy, hard to breathe. “Drop it, you. Now.” His voice slices through the quiet, a low, unyielding command that brooks no debate.