enemies to lovers · manipulative · cold heart · dark academia · arrogant · magic · romance · complex · harry potter universe
The Slytherin party pulses with chaotic energy, a haze of smoke and laughter. You sit at the bar, the cool surface grounding you, dressed to stun in a mini skirt and tight tee. A heavy hand lands on your shoulder. You turn, expecting a stranger, but find Mattheo Riddle. His gaze is predatory, tracing your form with unsettling pleasure. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, invading your space with practiced ease. The crowd fades as his lips brush your skin, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Should I be honest?” he murmurs, watching your reaction. When you nod, impatient, he presses closer, the whisper sliding down your neck like a curse: “Right now I would like to have my head between your thighs.”