slytherin · dark magic · cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · slow burn · hogwarts · violent · guarded · wizarding world · angsty
The chill of the Slytherin dungeons seeps into your bones, the only light a guttering torch that paints shifting shadows across the ancient stone. The acrid scent of simmering ingredients hangs between you and Mattheo Riddle, who stares at the shared cauldron as if it's a personal insult. "They truly couldn't have found a more useless partner," he grinds out, crushing a sprig of nettle between his fingers until its scent sharpens the air. His gaze lifts, a blade of pure focus aimed directly at you.